out clappin' All you whack niggaz be poppin' shit, y'all niggaz actin' Flipmode number 1 squad that make shit happen I'm rippin' down shit while y'all other
star, Superbowl A-T-L, Magic City, tippin big dick hoes Panties on the back seat, I don't know whose shit that is Condoms and phone numbers, I don't know
will get your pussy wet It's just a freaky note, from me to you At the bottom I signed it Playboy II I'm a player, bitch, I thought you knew Like every other
Number One - the only number I can really trust, Dual faceted - these people that I talk to when I must. In triplicate my body hangs - left drying in
of And others just read of Others only read of the love Oh the love that I love, yeah See I'm all about them words Over numbers, unencumbered numbered
BUT I'M STILL IN THERE SLINGIN' PAC IS ROLLIN' IN HIS GRAVE AND MY PENIS PUMP IS CRUMPLIN I CAN'T THINK OF A REAL DIS SO I'm GONNA LIFT FROM OTHERS MY
I know I'll never see your face again C'mon now I've got to be strong now Now everybody's talkin' about this new decade Like you say the magic numbers
straight out of star wars or star trek The brain of britain masterminds the nation From this curious vantage point It's an oracle, it's a magic eight
the way I lick my lips and now he's sprung And them other chicks is just too, dum-ditty dumb dumb See, he's my number one fan and I'm his CO-D We Mickey
round, all-star, Superbowl A-T-L, Magic City, tippin big dick hoes Panties on the back seat, I don't know whose shit that is Condoms and phone numbers
selling cock for rock At the flea market trying to hock my watch I stay on beat when I work the concrete Some honeys give me money and others do my laundry
Sitting on a hillside Watching all the people die I feel much better on the other side I'll thumb a ride I believe in magic Why? Because it is so quick
As I submit the new world grows in Six, I cover myself with lamb skin Black family, fine point to win That again, prophecy watch the magic, can you?
to any other love, baby this is way more Beyond the physical This ain't your typical, predictable Here today and gone tomorrow fling It's more of a magical
yonder Like dogs gone hungry Funky and angry and sometimes ugly Drums like drugs have turned us to scavengers Pathfinders, addicts and mathematicians Practitioners of black magic
Much Pain (2x) The Lords Work (2x) Is bullshit (2x) This story is the last fantasy of christ Magical power that never existed He was a man just like any other
Vegas drinkin' and partyin' We got chicks in swimsuits modelin' We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin' low The way the wrist shine it's so magical
can't believe it It took so long it's only fair And then the phone begins to ring And a strangers voice on the other end of the line Says oh, wrong number