Tekst:
First Aid Memories

of paint that night Bear your ink the shape I write Blare you seek the shade I trace the tracks of hand maidens with the aid of land brigades Cuts

, at ease, quick to lead a strike against Haiti When half your army in the bed with pains in their back And behind their head Witch doctors giving more Medicaid but ain't no aid

do when the Doc do it I fly through it, that's how I operated Momma, I made it Ghetto like the grease when you gettin' your hair braided Sweeter than your sister Kool Aid

I do when the Doc do it I fly thru it That's how I operated Momma I made it Ghetto like the grease when you getting your hair braided Sweeter than your sister Kool Aid

I do when the Doc do it I fly thru it That's how I operated Momma I made it Ghetto like the grease when you getting your hair braided Sweeter than your sister Kool Aid

I do when the Doc do it I fly thru it That's how I operated Momma I made it Ghetto like the grease when you getting your hair braided Sweeter than your sister Kool Aid

my briefcase, follow suit Spill the liquid from your double fisted escapade Kill kids with the drunken misfits in your Escalade It's gruel for the food fight and foreign aid