buck] i was raised on a dirt road ghost town, stray dogs whole nine, the gold mine closed down i knew the woods like the back of my hand and i would shoot
my nasal for I sniff frequencies Well, it started in the year of '78 But it's '93 or should I say '94? For my style is much more I said, "Come in",
I was not stoned professor, honestly, my grant has run out. But the only two vowels or sounds frequently repeated that I could make out were Voice 4, in music
my sheets, you know the steez N.B.S. you know the Gs, Snowgoons we overseas Cross my heart, no rosaries I shouldered these, I get stacked with these sick raps, I
my nasal for I sniff frequencies (Well, it started in the year of '78) But it's '93 or should I say '94 for my style is much more (I said, "Come in")
of my six gun Yeah, I "WANTED" above my name Sometimes I wanna be like Jesus Sometimes I wanna be Jesse James I know where to draw the line But there
when I'm dealin' At five hundred decibels I'm hailin' Five Deez Tellin' cities and countries before me (Say what?) I'm above these These other cats bore me Cold and plastic I
