cruise the hood Like a snake up in the woods lookin for a cut party Chorus Verse 3: khujo You know we don't use the goodie name to pack they function
Would you put down your weapon? [Slug/(Beyond)] I heard a grip of little voices in a thousand heads Calling me out of my rest to come and plow your steps
I'm just a token of your flirtation Nothing more than a description You're just a guy, just a kid from a place where your philosophy is a catastrophe
and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting for their
luck, I need a best friend I need a rough dog, I need a mountain I need some new clothes, a tv, a cause A trip to nirvana, a thrill of applause I need a
Left you where you started shinin' shins, under them skirts At the airport, Gipp cruise the hood Like a snake up in the woods lookin' for a cut party
's a way to save everything with your gift (yeah) Now a seed to a tree was to be (yeah) A boy to a man comes up quickest like a dream You really don't
get wit' it for your comfort But then sloppily, rappers try to copy me Take pieces of my property, and use it all unproperly And probably, been focusing a
g They use the tricks, just to juice your mix But cross be in their heart like a vampire stabbed with a crucifix I had the enemy in my vicinity with
sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at
it tho shorty caught feelings after i stroked her so what take a picture write a book call Oprah Blow Up" youll find a ice pic in a flow with a coke
exchanging your scars for my metaphors? I'd add them to my collection while smiling Next time you want to paint with razor blades and need a canvas use my skin
. GEORGE: Thank you, George. HAPGOOD: Thank you. Now when we were a child, that is, when you were a child, a boy - you were a boy? GEORGE: I was a
say my name 'Cause I put a fuckin' bullet into your closest skin Just to get under your skin like a dirty syringe Plus I know you can't win with a gun or a
Living under constant pressure - calling your self to arms. Nintendo systems serving as a Mom. I'd rather see you drown than let you use this bridge, old man. The name
got everyone kissing my ass And it's a disaster such a catastrophe for you to see so damn much of my ass you ask for me? Well I'm back [batman sound]
mouth, use her like a toilet They usually want a baller and the young nigga ballin Mike Jordan, pardon my swag Even my father rich as fuck and all my
the streets pants saggin' wit my gun in my draws just a keep on movin now just a keep on movin now, just a keep on movin now ,just a keep on movin now
