Translation: Lovin' Spoonful. Full Measure.
isn't a problem Because I am a pimp and a slave And in my bed you dig my bed Woo I dig my grave Just a spoon full of sugar has some medicine The truth
stuck like glue Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, you almost stay out Two stuck together from the ATL out Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, feelin' kinda sick Just a spoon full of
my sodium Die high blood pressure You even let the Feds getcha I'm amazin', born on the full moon I was bred to get it in, no spoon That's why I'm so
incision In my heart that barless prison Discolors all with tunnel vision Sunsetter, nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, this vampiric addiction To her alone in full
uniform He said 'Too bad, better bite the bullet hard son' I didn't have no teeth so I stole his gun And I crawled out the window with my shadow on a spoon
lamb (Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full) Ring around the roses Pocket full of posies Ashes, ashes, we all fall down Ring around the roses Pocket full
a block away SK to the Stock away 'Cause I know how to hold that shit Empty the can with one hand and reload that shit Give 'em the full clip, these
and Take my place, But pimpin' ain't easy man and neither is rappin', They one in the same when you need it to happen. My city full of players they just
Taped to his chest there's the answer, You got pen knives and jack knives and Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred Then he cries, then he screams, saying Life is full
Just a spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go down Sweet Mary Jane, won't you lay me down? Lost my heart in California, lost my mind Shot me down with
box And strap it to a laughing fox A minstrel bought a crooked spoon He gave it to a blue baboon Who filled it full of virgin snow And wondered it in
bending spoons I'm keeping flowers in full bloom I'm looking for answers from the great beyond I'm breaking through I'm bending spoons I'm keeping flowers in full
I feel, you wanna know the scoop? When you're getting up, you're on your way to school And then you find out, that it's a holiday Tank is on full, the
you taste a tea-spoon, 300 goons, stash balloons Locked in lab rooms, hit with glock, stashed in Grant's tomb Clocked him like a patient, his stock's full
I told you I could not Prepare a fat bowl of sticky, grits for a quickie Humans get picky and judge it by the thickness But if it bends your spoon then
no southern shoes I ride out slide out Groupies cry they eyes out Cause I'm making the kind of paper that dope boys get when they bring them pies out Wasn't born with a silver spoon
na (Na, na, na) Some na na (Na, na, na) Some na na (Na, na, na) Out with the old girl, in with the new Tastes so good, lemme get me a spoon Thirty
