La Costra Nostra to roast ya I get a little closer Rock you to sleep like I got these little bitches, come over Hoping you fall for the bait thinking
blood, your choice, the slugs You do dirt in the rain, than your name is mud Major love to thugs in the back of the clubs Strapped for what? TO avoid
m fully grown up. are you? I mean really? i Inner child. i Had to search for my inner adult. and I'm still lookin'. I still eat 6 hot dogs for lunch,
fully grown up, are u? I mean really? I am my inner child, I had to search for my inner adult, and im still look'n. I still eat 6 hotdogs for lunch
that this is not the 'un man..'] Ich versteh kein wort (I don't understand a word) Ich bin do in dem klavier (I am in this piano and ) Drinne und's
up for Mama She'll get hot for you When they pass that basket Folk contribute to You put in for Mama She'll put out for you The folks atop the ladder
Becky's playing a piece by gershwin on her old piano She's been playing since her childhood, "too long to recall..." But the chords that fall
-whoa-whoa-oh-oul Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Clap your hands, just a little bit louder Clap your hands, just a little bit louder (harmonica & instrumental
-whoa-oh-oul Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Clap your hands, just a little bit louder Clap your hands, just a little bit louder (harmonica & instrumental
of shape shifting Dissolved into the darkness A final opinion is of less value Than an appreciation of, And tolerance for obscurity Theatrics, all made up and pianos
choice, the slugs You do dirt in the rain, than your name is mud Major love to thugs in the back of the clubs Strapped for what? TO avoid bein stuck
You know I'm perplex, exotic on Ampex Dogstyle champ, hittin booty for butt sex I can't disguise myself like Michael Jackson The flasher, are you ready for
choice, the slugs You do dirt in the rain, than your name is mud Major love to thugs in the back of the clubs Strapped for what? TO avoid bein stuck and
hate, grill him down...lemme see you twist ya frown [Cam'Ron] KILLA! They got guns, well maybe they'll squeeze / (maybe they'll squeeze) I'm a piano
hate, grill him down...lemme see you twist ya frown [Cam'Ron KILLA! They got guns, well maybe they'll squeeze / (maybe they'll squeeze) I'm a piano
show and yo, put your hands together [Eric B] "Clap your hands" cut and scratched [x6] [Rakim] Clap your hands... put your hands together CLAP YOUR HANDS
grill him down...lemme see you twist ya frown [Cam'Ron] KILLA! They got guns, well maybe they'll squeeze / (maybe they'll squeeze) I'm a piano I got
