Members only? And a bold fade wall to wall greens to get The sport gray and palmade And soft breasts As we got older we would star crush and bang fags Go to Marshals and
, he turned them into granades And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
turned them into granades And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
Sterlings Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides On July 4th in Bed-Stuy Where money don't grown on trees and
revenge, worms in the air Spit like grandpa from down South Three-sixty roundhouse, I'm throwin planets and stars All I need is two pieces of fish and
police suit for Mi neva see no police man go war Mi run out inna full camouflage Napsack full a clip two bloodclaat SLR You bring two thousand man go sting, And
One, two, turtles are blue Three, four, police are a bore Five, six, Trudi upped sticks Seven, eight, you got no mates Brimstone, treacle and you Break
than sign me If Jay handled the clay and around the time I delivered a bad day when 4 5's were spiraling I care the least about police and the fireman
neighbor's lawn so you called the chief of police (this is the pig, this is the pig) and told him what to do call the zoo and the justice of peace and
Wrapped around your finger The police You consider me the young apprentice Caught between the scylla and charybidis Hypnotized by you if I should linger
Words and music by Sting Turn on my V.C.R. Same one I've had for years James Brown on the Tammy show Same tape I've had for years I sit in my old car
it through the roof I snatch the money and the hoes and disappear like boo! *echoes* Chorus 2x Verse three: baka boy Yo it's the ? ? with baka boys, rings and
And pardon the French but let me speak Italian Black Stallion, dwellin' on Shaolin That means the island of Staten And niggaz carry gats and mad police
I'm coming She got an ass that'll swallow up her G-string And up top, uh, two bee stings And I'm beasting, off the re-sling And my nigga just made it
Dump 50 more in em and tell em to hold that Lights out, no austa miata, asta la vista, sia nara E too, no tomorrow, no remorse, and no sorrow And the
(Chorus) (He's strong!) Mama Mama Mama Mama I couldn't say "No" (So strong!) Got sick and tired of seein' brothers being treated ill (He's strong!) They