Lyrics:
Opera Fake Book

But I'm still at it, dag nabbit, I'm pillmatic Thinking back on when it all started I found pink hearts in mommy's little pocket book and took 'em Poppin

hard Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards in the making, next album Blood On Chef's Apron Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen Discovery Channel, catch the book

window If I fly high, then why drive a benzo In drive a 'lac, in drive a hummer In drive is something brand-new this summer (tell 'em) The operator, I

But I'm still at it, dag nabbit I'm pillmatic Thinking back on when it all started I found pink hearts in mommy's little pocket book And took em Poppin

I'm ridin'witht he girls 'cause they got more heart than them fake ass dudes they ain't sent no letters no books and no money for no food 'cause commissary

But I'm still at it, dag nabbit I'm pillmatic Thinking back on when it all started I found pink hearts in mommy's little pocket book And took em Poppin

hard Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards and a mink in, next album blood on Seth Abram Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen Discovery Channel, cats that book