Lyrics:
Imagine Score

s cup of vodka, 4 cup of juice for sodium Money, money, sweet as the smell of magnolia It's get you down, but you spitting image of Appolonia Now how

would storm already I hit the corner store, I had a taste for strawberry quick Seen the broad, very tall, very thick, licking her lips Hips barely fit through the door Imagine

get rugged with the scrpiture Evacuatin scenes, spreadin thoughts like a drifter I exit through my state of greater elevation, unifying grains through the force of the imagination

seater, little reefer, pass the old fever Showing her what hip hop is Todd Smith, G. Rap, nigga, Kane and Biz And if I talk L.O.X., I'm getting heavy sex This early, imagine

slug and some coke That was stashed by a bush bill twenty worth of coke With a snug I'm feelin' hard I'm eighty strong from the third I scored a fuckin

Imagine a time when it all began In the dying days of the war A weapon that would settle the score Whoever found it first Would be sure to do their worst

've done Veins on the stairway Veins in my skull I visit my friend We have a fight I'm drinking his whiskey I'm wanting his wife Then the image goes

m starting to feel all of my bruises imagined, all real And I'll get through each day Dip through the bad ones to get to the good ones Who's keeping score

behind an image squeaky clean We're fighting to be free, driven by necessity She is the mother of invention God bless the working men, slaves three score