smoke you in, get high off your soul Let me be your junkie, I wanna be your junkie, yeah, yeah, yeah I wanna be your junkie Let me be your junkie Yeah
Translation: Pay The Girl. Junkie.
razor blade All lightning quick decisions are made Lifestyle plush,females rush This high profile personality,who earns his pay illegally Professional liar,schoolboys admire Young girls
I'll show you magic What? What? Magic I got the magic stick I'm a freak to the core Get a dose once, you gon' want some more My tongue touch you girl
'Cause a brother like me, I pay cash Twinkle, twinkle, star in the night Don't look now but I'm shinin' bright I know you wanna hear my triple x Foul language, girls
night You hear game from the guys and girls are light It's just a thought but maybe all my wish would thought she be bitch 'Cuz a girl like yourself
like Black Flag Operation Ivy with the poison in the ink well Punchline screw your face up like a steak smell Plots so funky Got your nose runny like blow junkie
Brenda's got a baby Brenda's got a baby I hear Brenda's got a baby well, Brenda's barely got a brain A damn shame the girl can hardly spell her name
Rock party don't stop y'all My name is Tino, you know Baby let's get funky, I'm like Lenny Bruce girl but I ain't no goddamn junkie Cruisin' with the
attitude like blast them bitches Drowning all my sorrows in bottles of yack And a quarter ounce of dro want a rap I'm 'bout to snap Here come the big pay
One] Now if you catch me with yo girl you'll probably spray at me But when them junkies want them dubs they throw that pay at me I'm Da Burn One shawty
boy you're a daddy's girl There ain't a goddamn thing in this world gonna make you happy gonna make you cool gotta pay your dues gotta wake up when you
junk on junk, with this bed that we've made Where I sleep like a horse standing up on the clay I've got to be ready, so much hell to pay And I'm guilty
funky joint way down in the city (Baby knows) Where the girls sing along to the hip-hop all nite long (Baby knows) White girls, black girls, Latina'
In a trunk like a fuckin mummy Foney I'm far from foney I'm only about my money And I keep enough of work to feed a thousand junkies I stay strapped
' tired of this bitch, what you want from me Gave you to my dog, but you still keep beepin' shit outta me All in front of yo man, claimin' you talkin' to yo girl
friends and them, up and down the street Waiting on the bell to ring, riding on the school bus, drawing on the seats On the phone all night with the girl
I still be sending busters to Harris & Ross You, gotta pay the cost I refuse to take a loss So I spit like I feel it and dust your junky ass off Chorus
