Road food Jollywood, Jollywood, chippa chippa chee chee Road food Drag queens, rhumba boogie, grabbin' for the prime time Road food Bonafide, certified
Translation: Guess Who. Road Food.
the scope in close range I guess he gotta aim and stick a few thangs in the nigga's brain No face straps [unverified] thinkin' that he can Puttin' food
it as it comes, If I lose my way I'll follow you, Cos today's like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do, Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints
leaving Leaving again Can't recall Where are we been I guess we'll just go Go till we're too old Or we run out of road Expensive cabs And sh*tty food
Butch through the bay bay With waists so they weigh they status on the streets License plates that say they, motto This is Chicago in the hay day Similiar to Good Times, I guess
the A-T-Liens ain't changed Cooler than most players claim to be A nigga that's from the A-Town see The home of the Bankhead Bounce Campbellton Road
Pipe Piper But first I want to know who stole my lighter?! And while were at it, someone asked, "Who stole the soul?" I can smell food, but who's holding
it Ace and action Steady pace by my side The name of this one here is together This is goin out to all those who some day reach that fork in the road
by changing the small truth within' the lie. Death is a small price to pay for respect. Death is a small price to pay for respect. You know who it
s Christmas day Take me out tonight (meow) MAUREEN AND JOANNE Take me for what I am Who I was meant to be Who
please, tell me who's at fault, is it me? I told the cops I used to be a productive MC And I signed a record deal with a shady company Who exploited me
Doolittle and I'm a reporter from Grime magazine And we would like to comment on the tragic riots Not a riot, it's a rebellion Well the tragic rebellion? Man, tragic for who
in close range I guess he gotta aim, and stick a few thangs In the somebody's brain No face straps we be thinkin' that he can Puttin' food on table
And Slide My Wayy I Duno How I Did It But Id Carry On Til I Die That A I Aint Gona Lie Mama Tried The Best To Bring Me Up Right Guess It Never Worked
with it as it comes If I lose my way I'll follow you Cos today's like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints
friends, We were a lot like them They taught us many things And all they wanted was some food for their pay Then we went to the coast Where the roads
