Un, deux, trois Turn it up a little bit Bang, bang, bang Feathers, I'm plucking feathers One by one, by one No more skylarking around my head Your information
It was painted red the stripe was white It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta I rode up with daddy
shit to ya More profit for your greedy ass No one to split the grip wit ya Common sense will keep you safer than vests LA streets will make your
I wanna come out, I wanna go out on tour with you man Yo hons man tourin' ain't what it's all cranked up to be man It's a little different than you think
I'm talkin bout a race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war People gettin killed in the street Blood on your feet
one's for me You won't play no Public Enemy You ain't playin' no Boogie Down Productions You ain't tryin' to represent the black community You just carin' about your little
plan B pill another shorty that won't make it to the family will If I don't make it, can't take it, hope the family will they aint crazy they don't know
get O's like Cheerios That know because they seen us in the videos That know the day that you play me Will be the same day MTV play videos That was a little
And six feet underground, now I, now I do The little things give you away The little things give you away The little things give you away The little
It's every little girl's dream to be swept off her feet And find someone who will always make her smile Well, you've got that part now, you know I'm falling
a rhythm where the rhythm plays me play it all day on a balcony above the street where old Franky and me we shuffle with our feet And old man Goergie
, you'd give an arm for? Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for? When they know they're your heart And you know you are their armor And you will
rum drinkin' demon at tea Baby, baby, tell me what's the matter? What, what tell me what's your why how? Tell me why will you never come home? Tell
You hear that sound Thats the sound of little feet Running away from home Little feet are always running away from home To find bigger feet And they usually
credit line 'Cause a little boy tells me You're the travelin' kind" Thirty days in the jail house Four days on the road I was feelin' mighty hungry My feet
upon your feet Oh, chase the moon across the sky, close your eyes Say goodnight to the sky And the fun, day is done Say goodnight, sail away little
Cleopatra with the eyes of a pig Love to watch you in the backyard when you go out to dig Girl how'd you get those mouse traps glued to your neck Little
My mama told me when I was hatched Act like a superstar Save your allowance, buy a bubble dress And someday you will go far Now on red carpets, well,