the part CHORUS Ooo don't you send that information my way I've had a blow-out on the information highway 'Cause I'm not Sigmund Freud I'm not
fittin' tight, she was dressed to kill She winked but I didn't think the hoe was for real [Chorus] What am I, supposed to do? When I'm takin' a chance
Brother, I'm keeping my eyes on you I bet you don't think I know no bett'(er) But sanging the blues Oh but brother have I got news for you I'm something
store homeboy needs a forty White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy! Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon
too many crews be fronting I?m fed up it?s time to go head hunting I'm sick, demented, I smack my manager The flow thats flessin I'm adressing all ya
nigga tryin to steal my flow But I don't pay em no attention Oh, should I mention? I'm all about the money and ridin in cars with suspension Bouncin,
hands I?m a grown man, doin? my grown dance I don?t stop until I see the end, my vision clear, bitch I?m on my Van Gogh, I don?t hear sh-t [Chorus] No
I don't look good you don't look good [Ice Cube] I doubt it baby cause we're still most dominant [Yo-Yo] But you don't know how funky that I can get
stupid, but I got far from twenty-six BARS To ten LP's, what can him tell me? Of them? Of y'all? I'M NAS, on a track that's unorthodox Like my life coulda
of life is all I'm givin Old pimp young hoes is how I'm livin But for now rap's the occupation But watch one day I'll be Pimp Of The Nation I got all
I'm a grown man, doin my grown dance I don't stop until I see the end, my vision clear, bitch I'm on my Van Gogh, I don't hear shit No one man should
I'm surprised the fucking doctor even touched me Feel like Humpty, you hoping that I'll fall? Fuck y'all I'm Ace, I'm parentless, I'm kinda arrogant
I'm 2 sexy, I'm 2 sexy, sexy one in the place, good God I'm sexy, lovesexy right down 2 my seat belt, good Lord And I'm sexy, good God, with the bacon
we're gonna ball 2night we're gonna get the bomb, y'all - I'm talkin' about the Detroit crawl Everybody in the west, everybody in the east When I'm mad I
pieces, leave me deep in ditches [Hook: Gerald Alston] And I can't take it.... but I'm gonna make it... Yeah... oh... I'm gonna make it... yeah... ohhhhhh
I'm bout it (Bout it) I got them black soldiers on and I'm rowdy Ready to bust on the nigga that talkin' shit I'm bad, like Jason Don't compare with them
I comfort sons and daughters Knowledge leads the way, so I flow like Nile's waters African-American rebel of authority Majority, while I'm so-called minority
of the 747 Tryin' to keep grounded, braise, level-headed Get phrase, because I know my people miss me And I wanna return with that bacon crispy I navigate the expedition because I'm
