Lyrics:
After Noon Song

on the Denim cologne Then I called up Earl on the telephone He told me 'bout a jam that I could do later on 10 g's plus a Limo for one strong song So

traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves He was my North, my South, my East and West My workingweek and my Sundayrest My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song

to laughter now theres only pain (Verse One) I never thought it would end Called u my soul mate Thought u'd become my wife Together forever Noone could

like me and my click too hot I feel like hitting the block with four niggaz I feel like the whole CMB made niggaz I feel like hitting the ho after this

shows wit Busta, had songs in his movie A chicken wit Luda, conversated wit some doobie I drank wit Buck Shot, and Dj Evil D I did songs wit Maestro,

or send it to him Do you think he'd rip it up or would he take it Cause I I think of you in the morning I hear your voice after noon I see your face

this day on I swear to you. Well there was a time when I could have flown out of the room. But I didn't care just where I was going after noon. And

im born again as another man im livin on this in this foreign land I used to be andora, angora fleece, isnt no sound and I eat in peace and noone knew, and noone

the Denim cologne Then I called up Earl on the telephone He told me 'bout a jam that I could do later on 10 g's plus a limo for one strong song So I said