I work hard, I work fast I'm gonna take it to the top and I'm gonna laugh I know what I've got so stop Knockin' at my wagon, ''cause I'm blowin' up spots
at Summer Jam Lucky I wasn't there I had to bury my man Or I would've terrorized New York like the Son Of Sam What you mean terrorize New York? I mean
Weekend what I Gotta' Get Him By The Reigns Because I Know That I'm Freaking yea.. Well I'm A Funky Skull And I'm A Scorpio And When I Got The Flow I'm Dr
Russian Roulette with my mind I think that you've caught on, that you've been used and all I'm going down New Orleans, I've got to see Dr. John Got my
(Stop, stop, stop, stop) Yo, I know the streets is watchin' Dirty date niggas cock-blockin' and plottin' Waitin' for my downfall, street got options
could be in the sack For what it costs me to buy a big mac John, it's time to go back - You know what I mean [JOHN] I'm starting to cry pal You'
You got a blue moon (I've gotta free your eyes) (Got a blue moon in your eyes) yeah (Woke up this mornin') oh yeah, oh yeah (I'm not dreaming) Oh, yeah
"Dr. Bruce, telephone please, Dr. Bruce, telephone please.." "Paging Dr. Kevorkian, paging Dr. Kevorkian.." "Nurse, somebody's broken into the amphetamine
You've got ass-breath You've got ass-breath You've got ass-breath You've got ass-breath You've got ass-breath Some confuse ass-breath for strong halitosis
you it's funny Cause at the place I'm goin' when I'm buried I'll see the only person in the world I know who's worthy He's the first and last and I'm
Ma Bell I'm like Ma Bell, I've got the ill communications Ma Bell, I've got the ill communications Ma Bell, I've got the ill communications Ma Bell, I've got
bit) I guess you all know the rest of the fellas (I've seen 'em around...Hey squash... he he he he) Wooohh We know you've been waiting for a brand new
Summer Jam Lucky I wasn't there I had to bury my man Or I would've terrorized New York like the Son Of Sam What you mean terrorize New York? I mean
jump out, and ask whats goin' on? What the fuck can i say, i grew up a bastard Got sick of the Impala, so i threw up for Aston I pop big shit, and i keep
't got He tried to sell me faith healing But I think not I want Xanax, Vicadin and Oxycotton Funky fill the form out So I can drop em' I've got all these
In everything that I could be I've gotta say--you really got a way You've got a way it seems You gave me faith to find my dreams You'll never know just
roulette with my mind I think that you've caught on, that you've been used and all I'm goin' down new Orleans, I've got to see Dr. John Got my mojo workin
