this is the way the East coast swing it so bring it Man I told you ass Brown-er than James with the Sex Machine shit I keep the chronic patrol on
gotta yella hoe, comin through the boulevard pass by Caro, I never gave a damn my jewels gonna slam, I'm at I.H.O.P. eatin some breakfast and some yams
[answering machine girl] Hi baby I know your under a lot of pressure at your work and all And I do understand You have no idea how much I understand But
a breakfast meal This ain't no Burger King, this ain't no White Castle Not like some ugly girls in Bentleys tryin' to give a hassle I like the slot machine
nigga? I'm a straight led spitter, straight bread getter Up north hustler with a bank head nigga, now bounce That's just Jazze on the beat again Tappin' on machines
giving me a free bowl of beef barley Runnin in the back back back on the car seat Gettin out then park it in the car keys Young and I'm wreckless with buds in my breakfast
Monday morning horror, breakfast on my shirt Everything is wrong today Traffic driver me crazy, my blood is running hot Time is always slipping away Bum
on the radio station I'm what's known as a country DJ Nothin' in the house but some instant coffee doughnuts left from early yesterday Ain't exactly what you call a gourmet breakfast
all Mr. Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all y'all Step into my ring bitches, ding ding bitches Click clack pow pow ping ping bitches I'm the green machine
yella hoe comin through the boulevard can't rock 'n roll I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam I'm at I.H.O.P. eatin some breakfast and some yams my
will be - Electric Everything I see will be - Electric Everything I touch will be - Electric Everything, everything will be - Electric Early in the morning a machine speaks to me Starting to make breakfast
Some crazy fucker carved A sculpture out of butter And propped it up in the middle of The Bonanza breakfast bar And I am stuffing toast and sausage Into
She met him down at the laundromat 3 A.M.on a washing machine They sat and talked till dawn He bought her breakfast at a small cafe Morning turned into
I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't Holla f**k the world with my chest full of smoke I choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklace Say Dopehouse
the president. Stayed home dressed to the nines machine stole my 25 cent. Just can't, can't sing inside the lines Sleepless in the 5-0-9. Touched down in plus 4-4 Breakfast
you can't be a part of this And now you run for These empty lights These empty waves To fall away Such empty lies that you would say (Remove sprockets from the machine
disguise Tears you down to nothing, glares with disapproving eyes Red pill taken for breakfast, the white one lets you sleep Suppresses manic nightmares of the machine
crib, walk out on the block, it's hot Yo there's a black car parked on the corner hot boys TNT be creepin' while niggas be on the side of the Soda machine
