For years and years we had been groomed to be a polished product in a doomed society. We built the empire. For years and years we have been kicked below
you raped on occasion So I'm focused on my economic situation I'm like the little kids on TV that dig through the trash I hustle regardless of the way you talk
dig? I'm so high, I never land like Mike Jackson's crib Best on.45, still crack ya rib sacrilege When lids talk trash about the nasty kid Past nasty now
2] Yo we got a jawn [1] Yo, is she live? [2] Yeah she's live [1] Sup wit her? [2] She's just, real nice to talk Sometimes I used to knock off [1] Word
your ex man is a dumb ass when you was leaving, did he put up a fight? was he stressin' you, wasn't fucking you right well one man's trash is another
My little Jackie Onassis, dig? I'm so high I +Neverland+ like Mike Jackson's crib Best on 45 Still crack ya rib Sacrilege Talk trash about the Nasty
I hear my name I hear the trash you're talking In your sleep The secrets that you're keeping A chick, this smart Did you really think that you could keep
Last week thought I saw you on the street Turns out it was a bag of trash Just a big ol' bag of trash I thought you looked like a bag of trash Dream
[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Aiyyo Dready! What you do this for man? [DJ Talking in the background (Akon):] BOOM BOOM BOOM BING! Original!) Testing one, two
my vehic 'Cause eating your pussy, I can't see it A million other bitches I could be wit Believe it, see it ain't aloud in the Lexo Don't talk that way
the one that i left way behind And plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash You need to go to the bank and get some cash Because talking
Orleans It's water water everywhere and people dead in the streets And Mr. President he bout that cash He got a policy for handlin the niggaz and trash
dark brown eyes I said "You ignored me for months on and now All of a sudden you wanna be my friend? You didn't talk before so don't talk now, be quiet
occurred to me Ooh, she might talk a week I said, ?I'm sorry, baby, look, I gotta go? She was a telephone freak She said, '?Oh Johnny, talk a little
You want to talk some trash? Oh, I love trash Anything dirty or dingy or dusty Anything ragged or rotten or rusty Yeah, I love trash I got me a
past tension over talking ever creepy creep me out quiet soft pitch scratchy throat sore bubble crass the eye balls of token alibis say digger dig me
