Uh, we's a gang a player niggas that's out for dough Gettin money 24 My crew's out to collect nuthin' but major dough Floss around like kingpins in a rag
the flow Books we may have written, we don't know Let go with the flow Some enchanted city we won't go He who used to float like a butterfly once Is
After these processions comes the sweeping up The rag and bone possessions, an old tin cup The army trucks have hauled away the newly slain The angry
's a little black spot on the sun today It's the same old thing as yesterday There's a black hat caught in a high tree top There's a flag-pole rag and
black spot on the sun today It's the same old thing as yesterday There's a black hat caught in a high tree top There's a flag pole rag and the wind won
little black spot on the sun today It's the same old thing as yesterday There's a black hat caught in a high tree top. There's a flag pole rag and the
the same old thing as yesterday That's my soul up there There's a black hat caught in a high tree top That's my soul up there There's a flag pole rag
's a little black spot on the sun today It's the same old thing as yesterday There's a black hat caught in a high tree top There's a flag pole rag and
d grab your arms once And steer your hand above - Rolling on in fire-flames And kiss you on and on and on : Jack Nicholson style It doesn't take a butterfly