got a girl who really loves you (you've got a girl who really cares) She'll do anything you ask her to Yet you treat her wrong Oh you just string her
: Yeah. I taste it. I need it. How many ??? and I won't be part of it I'd rather sold myself; be part of the dream Pissing away life. I'm just getting
fair maiden, 'tis time to give o'er. Oh no, kind soldier, please play one tune more for I'd rather hear your fiddle at the touch of one string than to
boulder after you If I could be anything of the things in this world that bite Instead of being a tethered ocelot on a leash I'd rather be your kite And be
be that you want me, or could it be you're just teasing Or could it be that I'm just dreaming, just my imagination running away with me Would it be too
of the gutter Never can't tell I won't bow down to the bull like Calculta That ain't what I'm rapping for, I'd rather be a matador So tar, tar, rev and
like homicidal it''s vital, to make my flesh be suicidal We tribal, sing with the Saints, let our spirits fly Hold down the string with the poser Jah
of nuts, damn I'd probably be mad even if I called him Uncle Sam So bring dough to the Goodie Mo-B T-Mo, Khujo, Cee-Lo, J and my homie rather be Don't
I'm just gone for now I'll be back in a while (I'll be back in a while) Back in a while, yes (said I'll be back in a while) Back in a while, yes [Chorus
I'll solve them They wanna be like Ultra on the jizock Try to act like they not but on the kizock Suckin, takin, aw-ll be slurpin Comical bums your wack
say I, how many say I (String Solo) Have you ever looked down when the homeless walked by? Or changed the channel when you saw a hungry child? Know something to be
could be anyone of the things in this world that bite Instead of an ocelot on a leash, I'd rather be a kite And be tied to the end of your string And
Shit is gettin hectic now, can you feel it? Los Angeles done got so scandalous It might be a nice visit But you wouldn't wanna live here Cause some be
a barier between both of carriers and i would be like i aint gattin service in your area u be like nigga get your bars up i just string you along like
hands of fate I hand myself Over on a plate Now Oh little girl There are times when I feel I rather not be The one behind the wheel Come Pull my strings
Grand mama go to church trying to soak my soul, oh This one's for my foes, find yourself, in a hopeless hole Ttrying to go against him, I puppet you Pinocchio Flows on strings
feelin' We'll be comin' back again next year" 'Cause I've been all around this great big world And I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather go ta
do it again. Just wait 'till tomorrow, we gone borrow, and record again. Cant wait till the day we wake up, wake up, wake up. And we all gone be paid