Letras:
Bus Boys

: Good Morning Time To Get Up And Go To Work I Ride On The Bus Into The City Every Day I Sit On My Seat And I Dream Myself Away I Dream I'm On An Island

I woke up late this afternoon - Found a note by my bed Well, my woman had took everything I owned - And even stole the grease off my head But I'm goin

Good Morning Time To Get Up And Go To Work I Ride On The Bus Into The City Every Day I Sit On My Seat And I Dream Myself Away I Dream I'm On An Island

Good Morning Time To Get Up And Go To Work I Ride On The Bus Into The City Every Day I Sit On My Seat And I Dream Myself Away I Dream I'm On An Island

my lawyer, why cause I ain't coppin' out (nope) And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp) One shot of that will have the boys bring the

lawyer, why? Cause I ain't coppin' out And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers out One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out And

the whole fuckin' country Wallstreet niggas, they cop me on the low White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow It's time to go, on the bus, the

up they nose But I was never into that, I really loved the chief hay Pipes with them white boys, them blunts when I'm around the way Never seen nothin

even when the Hi-Powers wanna bang our noise, we get back to the block with some ***** and a radio rappin' on the corner like the bandaid boys. [Krayzie