Two in the mornin', police knockin' at my door, what for? Never know the reasons they be comin' packin' And then they're comin' through I tell them he
Translation: Slightly Stoopid. 2am.
[Verse 1] 2 in the morning, police knockin' at my door, what for? Never know the reasons they be coming packin' And then they're coming through i tell
my brother. But i'm a man first and i demand my respect from all 'em. success sweet, nucka, is why i keep lookin' but every other bite it slightly needs
IS FOUL (foul) deserves two yellow cards (cards) send it off im going hard (hard) with each and every bar (bar)(x2) p.s im a star. (verse 2) im the
bad hangover. Rock every show I can, but I can't sober. Sworn secrecy, view porn frequently. Lines in the bathroom? Please don't speak with me. Why am
roll These niggas here dey cool with me Rock the same shoes as me Went to the same school as me News would be, That these niggs I am tryin bring up on
ain't makin' nuthin', slightly close to entertaining But that's entertaining, this is history If you ain't on my level, don't even get at me Literally, I am
Hook: (x2) The more I look around the more it hurts My livelihook is poisoned my works Fall on deaf ears a messenger bringer With a foreign face and
-hop I'm puttin' back in ya, with the South Bronx vernacular Bound to put the crack in your armor, I am much sharper Than a lot of other mic rockers, slightly
in the harbor So tell me all my followers, am I wrong for barking? Am I wrong for thinking I was better off in college? At least I'll be stable, Yea slightly
gone And don't think that I'm here to stress you out I just wanna let you know what I'm about (Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) Tomahawks, shotguns
jeopardy's a stickler Its bob and weave amalgam played the falcon to your fixture I branch out, arms flailing backwards wailin upon a tidy sound circuit slightly
can't fight it. (oh oh, oh oh.) Want you and I can't deny it. It's all about the things you do. (yeah, yeah) Boy you know me out. Verse 2: Can you feel
the whole city full of bosses But we all know...... taking over, the one One leader..... all the rest y'all follow Follow me..... cradle......trust me I am
handly boy, nice & smooth, hey, hey, Hey, hey!!!! Ganstarr has got to be da sure shot Nice & smooth has got to be da sure shot (repeat 2x) [greg nice
funny Got the congregation slightly amused The tables are turned And I saw Jesus leave early Don't they put the blame right down on you By the time that sermon's through You said to me 2
these things, if carefully constructed, may perhaps furnish a sort of hospital waiting room wherein, when I am next divested of my orb, I might pass the time in slightly