nigga, fuck them motherfuckers You knahm sayin'? A bitch ain't one Got problems man All them motherfuckers can kiss my motherfuckin' ass f'real Really, niggaz worryin' about bitches They better, they better
a man, I used to have a side chick Shorty got wind, I had to blow the chick off We got rid of him, they both took the shit hard Shorty played the piano
concentrate I have to get this grade Or I might fail to be a lawyer someday BRIDGE But just right now Can' think of anything better to do Than just sit down at the piano
Oh my God, oh my God Microphone checka, swingin' sword lecture Closin' down the sector, supreme neck protector Better warn 'em kid, Mr. Meth's a boiling
scorcher Y'all already know who it is, it's Busta Bust and Travis Barker Back to the beat, see we gotta go When we hit the fire trucks, everybody better
Verse 1 Um bash dash I had to break, I had to get away Pack my bags, headed for grey hound and it was a Monday Time to start my mission, I felt that burning
ammo, man the mammal Packed in commando, rapidly practice supreno Crack my fingers on pianos I torture you with orchestra tackle on your back, the jackel No time
's like light gets better with age The way a song sounds better on stage And rhyme books get better with each page What before the first bar was written
Sixty-five, seventy, seventy-five ways Today's in a maze And start the craze When they opened my cacoon It was time to bloom Thinkin' like ten
Now the folks was havin' the time of their life Sam was jivin' Jimmie's wife Over in the corner was a beat up grand Being played by a big fat piano
a long long time before I'm gonna welcome it might end I ain't a gonna let it leave again Yeah love's gonna come a knockin' at my door [ piano - steel
shit Even though what we do is wrong We still hustle 'til the sun come up Crack a 40 when the sun go down It's a cold winter, y'all niggaz better bundle
your sellin' friends Now your party is completely blown Real name is Kamal, I'm in completely zone It's rap time for you, that means nap time Preachin
arrow oh they mad cause i Shyne like Jamal Barrow and they say im so proud but im like i know i do this thing nobly like Manu ten I know, grand like piano
TV and I'ma still sleep on the couch I'ma have 'em like oy vey, holy cow, oh my god, wow oy vey, holy cow, oh my god, wow it seems I'm gettin' fresher every time
playing those one-night stands Lord only knows, if I had the time I'd do it all again Yes, I could still make 'em dance Like I did in times that's gone
Moving on (it's better than running) Moving on Too many reasons to be worried Too many times I should've cared Too many reasons to be sorry Too many times
know And all that I can't speaka?¦speak" He says, "But you're always asking why, Be warned that, to avoid the question, there's plenty who will tell you lies, You'd better
