a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,?In a brand new pair of brogues, Rattling o'er the bogs,?And frightened all the dogs, On the rocky road
in my bed The Juvenile Committee's on my side And I'm kickin knowledge on a natural high And I'm feeling strong Yo, take this mic and get the party on
mounts on with the body count Yo Big Master Phee Take these motherfuckers to South Central Yea, fuck that I hear it every night, another gun fight The tension mounts on
away from me I'm on the edge so why you playing? I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Yo, I done copped Tims, lived in Linz's kid
I tax 'em (Like who?) like Uncle Sam From the jungle fam' where niggas bundle gram From below you tumble get merked on the humble ANNNNDD the gat on the belt on
place where you niggas get it on And I think it evolved around three hundred racks and thirty stacks See I black on yell, I was dusted with all my bangles on
Rainbow That's the sign of the rainbow Walk on down the hard road That's buried in your soul And you can feel the light within Go upon the mountain
is Bill Clinton Who soon retire, the roof is on fire Connie Chung brung the bomb As it comes from Oklahoma Things are gettin' serious, Kuumbaya On a mountain
I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high I get high, I get high, I get high on your memories High on your memories, high on your memories I get
test me, many rappers don't impress me You try steppin into my city I'll, Snipe em like Wesley So you best be on your way, I'm doper than Marion Berry
night The chief of a local tribe had killed a racist mayor's son He'd been on death row since 1958 The mayor's kid was a rowdy pig Spit on Indians and
I scored some speed in San Berdino So me and baby could get a little bump And now she?s in that motel room Puttin? on a show for some chump Yeah, well
on, hold on The Roller Coaster Malpractice (Stop, stop, stop, stop) Hold on, hold on PPP Def Squad, we lock shit down Hold on, hold on The Roller Coaster
where they couldn't sack me if a n-gga aint running shootin a jump shot running a track meet but this pimp is, on the top of mount Olympus ready for the
The picture is far too big to look at kid Your eyes won't open wide enough And you are constantly surrounded By the swirling stream of what is and what
bitches get this money, Got my thang up, keep it on me, you know me man. I got the hood with me, I got the hood with me. [Verse 1 - WC] Dub-Cuda, lick, kid
, whose mental capacity holds That of a globe on top of nine other planets Kissed the cheek of the devil, intelligence level is hellier than Treble peakin' on
no more This ain't got nothin to do with my crew members My views on losin when ain't nothin to do with losin my temper, cause [Chorus] [Kid Vicious
