yea fly like a kite no cops in sight, racin' through the city runnin'every red light, drivin' like i hate my life, got a cairn in my vein and my brain
York City graf kingpin Five Borough fame guaranteed to itch pigskin Raided near the Brooklyn Naval yard, juxed an undercover When they asked him what he pled he said, "You're fuckin' up my
the bed pan, left hand numb from the finger to the thumb (right!), right got tubes in it, irony is fun (yaaay!!), at some point early when drunk on electric
I pilot a lion heart My polar half?s negotiate it (right) Shook upon the difference between tumble weed and sacred, Read a hostel gospel attributed to
have done it Never got drunk and never got blunted The {?} in my ear, they cost about a hundred If the record's a hit, you know the Biz spun it Super educated master
was the Shaolin The Shaolin? Never Never? The poison your master drunk is familiar to the Shaolin Monks We don't talk, you're gonna die My lord, enough
thats on the grind, yea serve anybody all day anytime uh Drive-up teller service right to my back gate That's the way I ran my game back at 1228 D,
Westside of thangs (Killa Cali motherfuckers) Where the gang bangers hang The L dot A dot Crenshaw Boulevard Where I write rhymes, so hard niggaz swap my tradin' cards 'Cause my
like I Dream of Jeannie Snap two times and I'm in a new city {*snap snap*} Two mo' times and I'm back in my city {*snap snap*} (SEXY LADY~!) Chi city,
CRAIG Big news! My saviour has arrived! My intuition's never been so strong! Big News! My career has been revived All I needed was a snippy, pissy Yankee
feet long from stern to prow And a crackpot in the bow-wow, rough! The planks ere rough And the wind is rough And the master's drunk and mean and- Grrrruff
Gather roun' 'n hear my story Oh boy 'Bout the time when Jelly Roll was in town (Stompin' it off, stompin' it off) He heard a local pianist What joy
Ma, I'm sorry who the f*** I AM, I can't trust my fans Out of luck, no constructive plans My friends stay powdered up, I'm so drunk, can't stand You said
we'd both be drunk And if it hurt my shit he'd be dead in the trunk Fuck the funk, pass the puck and parade on upper Lassgate The charge in the city
City be the pros at wildin' out Off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky Crash in the V while we Master
slide) Purity assure me the highest quality I follows my cheddar, you countin' carrots in the Marriot I carry a hit from my head to the planet global, on my mobile, my
I silence the wise, my lyrics make a scientist cry Making a secret society expose their purpose Making 'em release info and exploding my surface I'm taking my
And I walked west Sussex sunlight Up by dead man?s pool Where ma, mudlark and Lewes Stared me down you drunken fool Old teenage debts engulfed my chest