I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains Inside the best frames, ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots And drug spots, well, if you're too
nooow Leeeets talk it Ooover Wayne: Heh-um Hey Princess yeah you Verse 1: Knew I would love you like a fat kid love food Knew I would score
the move so this cat got more spots than a leopard-skin Safe's in the ceiling, I stash drugs and weapons in Nigga I'm just steppin in, already got boxes Full
the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score Sandy, the
, anymore I don't have the will. I can't be the storm, anymore Chorus+ The hurricane's eye is like the calm before the storm darkening the shore, settling the score
of true detail And some are purely fiction There they stand by the door Selling bosch (Pronounced BUSH) by the score Asking you to buy somemore- Along the shores
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score Sandy,
Let's Talk it over now Let's talk it over now [Verse 1] Knew I would love you like a fat kid love food Knew I would score on you like Shaq did in school
baby, you're the reason that I haven't played this song in years Some believe in magic potions Heads all full of crazy notions Castles built upon a sandy shore
Some are born of true detail Some are purely fiction There they stand by the door Selling bush by the score Asking you to buy some more Along the shores
Leeeets talk it OOover [Wayne:] Heh-um Hey Princess yeah you [Verse 1:] Knew I would love you like a fat kid love food Knew I would score like
reaper] Yo, hah yo, rahh, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo... Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored
cat got more spots than a leopard-skin Safe's in the ceiling, I stash drugs and weapons in Nigga I'm just steppin in, already got boxes Full of money
butterflies wings can start tornadoes don't ya know Harvesting the souls, burying the bones of old The hurricanes eye is like the calm before the storm Darkening the shore, settling the score
sixty-six point six percent accurate my leaders name's another word for pussy slander and propaganda got me fucked up so don't push me I'm full of savagery
The earth shall tremble in fear When the dying whisper my name They came to the shores from the west His crown and sceptre to claim In bloody conflict the scores
