your bread" So I got out Paris was a place you could hide away If you felt you didn't fit in French police wouldn't give me no peace They claimed I
head at, askin' me where my bread at Tell ya man, man I said that Stop the askin' me, and naggin' me, and harrassin' me For it be a tragedy Don't you
black race that we are misplaced We're robbin' and killin', your own medicine you taste You built up a race on the concept of violence Now in '90 you want silence Well, I want
you ask me why (why you trippin'? ) (good love, good love) You wanna know why, you ask me why (why you trippin'? ) (good love, good love) You wanna know why, you ask me
Swat Cats Damn, here come Batman in the batmobile Floss'n on four vowed rims, with four coats of steal tryna catch me But I ran fast, he couldn't grab me
Damn, here come Batman in the bat mobile Floss'n on four vowed rims, with four coats of steal tryna catch me But I ran fast, he couldn't grab me I jumped
your bread" so I got out Paris was a place you could hide away If you thought you didn't fit in French police wouldn't give me no peace Claimed I was
of bread and a stick of butter You're damn right, I was making beats for A's(?) last night And you know them vets make you work up an appetite Split,
a life for myself If you give me what is mine, I will go, if I can have your blessing, But if you won't bless my journey, I'm gonna leave anyway.
be alive 'Cause I'm gonna get him I'm wanted dead or alive So you better go and pin up posters Souls are burning like bread in the toaster You stand
tryin to get that appeal for ya Wanted to holla and tell ya what's poppin but you probly Already know we been goin through problems, anyway I Hear you
a club in Atlanta, Georgia Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album You looked at me like, yeah nigga, right But you gave me your number, anyway you
Santa Claus Who the boss??? You??? Naah, me that's who!!! Who got the bread??? You??? Naah, me that's who!!! Say, you want me to get up and slap your butt You better believe you
one so when I get done I want you to cut your fuckin ears off, Twitpic 'em! Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity you gon be around here bout long
(Whoooooo) I'm going crazy! (Repeat) [Magoo] You know them days when you troubled inside All you think about fuck paying bills You ignore em' you gone
't too much we can do father Taketh me I live life so anxiously Tell me this is bout more than sex and buying weed Maybe but anyway we burn daily, sip
Better yet in a baby shoe Jealous maybe of you Sick of me cause I'm makin dineiro You don't wannna get clapped at you wanna standing ovation I thought not You say you
Lil'... [Scales] Oh where yo' head at, askin me where my bread at Tell ya man, man I said that Stop the askin me, and naggin me, and harrassin me for