blah blah blah edwin eisendrath blah blah blah cha, blah blah blah nothings that important to me
sang on A skunk pussy nigga always got my stank on Hang on, you wasn't shit before we came on You know you lame, homes, you do the same song Over and over
police is outside, man (Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, Aladdin and Islam) What, the police, man? I knew somethin had happened I was wonderin why King Tee missed the party, man
when we rob the chiney shop down the road An rumor have it sey the chiney man have a sword But we did have a one pop wey make outta board So you know
my gun, semi-Cartermatic Yeah, put a dick in their mouth, so I guess it's fuck what they say I'm high as a bitch, up, up and away, man, I come down
She went down to a tailor shop and dressed in man's array She climbed on board a vessel to convey herself away Oh, convey herself away ?Before you get on board
some real estate here in my bag So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies And we walked off to look for America "Kathy," I said as we boarded
a player too, Ken Griffey shit He said kill these hoes and get the death certificates (haha) So when I do me, I over do it In the red Rover sendin bitches over
fit You're fit but my gosh, don't you know it So when I looked at you standing there with your hoard I was waiting in the queue looking at the board
(Chorus) Murda, murda, murda, murda (Layzie) Let me call up my posse We talkin' over the underground Yeah, satan and his boys the motherfuckas they going down Man
again they only got me because they caught it on the camera they wanna mall but they aint got no stamina they said man you looking like pac na not alive man
be jubilee On my neck be hot jewelry My old man be schooling me For sho' I rock good, cats claim this hood and that hood Black man, your hood is the universe
a dog just to put a roof over his head He said that when he died he'd get his reward 'Cause heaven's a place where you don't pay, room and board When
one do it better than me I'ma make it bounce in the bedroom Like we on the dance floor Breakin' all the head boards What'chu think your man for? Ha,
that ate, Jonah Over, your faced wit the black cape over You woke up four Gorillas wit a makeover Packin' a punch asthma pump takeover My crew boards, and the whole plane lays over
boss of the board, with eyes everywhere Notes well each fleece as it comes to the screen Paying strict attention if it's taken off clean The colonial-experience man
as you want to? Do you want it on the floor? Do you want it on the chair? Do you want it over here? Do you want it over there? Do you want it in ya
had enough When it comes to my pockets, I'm ready to bust Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck Man, let me get this beef shit over, brah Ain
