Songtexte:
Fucked Up Magic Word

Put a bug into my ear, When I woke up I was here. I blew smoke onto a page and watched the letters re-arrange, Pushed the words into my veins, Tripped

'm a nice guy in person but a pervert in the sheets and I'm magic with the words murder merlin over beats make the competition kiss the fuckin curb and

't do it fuck it with that nigga fuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go to jail right and fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too

Whoo Kid] Its goin down now wit 50 and big Snoop Dogg and tha hardest bitch in Don Magic wand ridin shotgun wit Whoo kid tha straight up pimp Its crackalackin its pimps up

used to read Word Up magazine Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin' pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley

seems to never extinguish Coolest kid out baby word to chuck inglish Count my own money see the paper cut fingers My song is ya girlfriend's wakin up

still sick, how can I be sick this long And I'm still alive, Magic Johnson arise I thrive on makin' my opponents think that I've died That's when I just pop up

my coke and weight Blow paper, ho chaser, dough raiser, Joe Fraizer Sixteen cellys and four pagers Go hype up your squad that they might fuck with ours I just, light up

hit em, chew em up and spit em out too much venom and if you role with 'em we gonna fuck you up with 'em you can do all them push ups to pump up your