, oh glory" with a story to tell Droopy got knocked, now he Muslim in jail His name is Abdul, colorful, Snow White tattoo She used to send him mad flicks in Cash
Oh yes, this is special This is direct from what we call 'The Funk House' This is a total dope, phat one, know what I'm sayin'? And this is how it's done
For a generation Within the same ol fear of a black planet 20 years of blood sweat and no tears for fanatics So damn it If times is hard Time is god
on the freeway, police catch me if you can Forgive me i'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man All I want is money, f**k the fame I'm a simple man Mr.
the arm and he said What are you doin' hangin' around here for And I said for whatever's goin' around City jail city jail... He said no what I mean is what
one man to draw the charts another to declare What secret signs are in the lines but do they really care That one is long and one is short and one line
that the battle comin' up Would cost about 20 000 lives on both sides And he said 240 000 dead already is enough So this song is not about the North
King Johnny's them diamonds is black Shorty she lovin' my tattoos ingrained on my back Muggin' and thuggin' the trap crew we step like Da Brat Married the rubberbands, hustlin', hustlin' Got a squad gutter man
look gather 'round real quick Bitch is suckin dick like carrots on a stick What you think was gonna happen in ya town Kottonmouth and Tech N9ne burnin' 'em down Summertime madness is
find no one to watch your kids" But I thank you just get 'cause you don't want me to leave Are you gon give me some? What's wrong, what happened? You
, a real big nutta A candy car strutta that be sittin' on butta Comin' straight up out the gutta with the cordless cutta Man, what is that? The Chinese choppa that likens Mr. Studda What
betta rock dis at da drop of a dime, baby! (Renaissance...) I don't care what chy'all say or what chy'all do But you got to be finished befo' the music is
like a pillow on a sofa Gettin paid? Yeah right, Willy Why askin me, G? What? What? What? What? You know me My mouth is sugar, sweet as a honey bee Taste
you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back Yo what the fuck yo? Yo what the fuck y'all
eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can Forgive me i'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man All I want is money, fuck the fame I'm a simple man
daddy in me Got the genes of a soldier that man me, get it out Ask me, and I'll be gladly to let ya know what it is, the deal That's if you can handle
, what the deal Dog? Where you from?, BK, NYC, reppin' wid the DPG Yeah, what the dealy, yo, yo, yo, yo, LAFC Everything else cool, the Wu-Tang is the
he came across a young man Who was likewise peddling pot And the devil slid down the beach to the kid And said boy let me tell you what I guess you kind