I belong inside a dang insane asylum cleanin' Try them trailer parks Crazy, I am back and I am razor-sharp, baby And that's back with a capital B with an exclamation mark
Left hand surfin' on iced tinged winds Chewin' up a cardboard box Singin' at lung top, one stop Left 'til I meet you in the concourse St. Louie, encore
boss, cash long, niggas think I'm Blacula 'Cause I'm in a castle with a bitch cold waxin' her I leave my teeth marks in hoes, scoop 'em like a spatula Pass
"Downstream" by The Rainmakers from _The_Rainmakers_ ---------------------------------------------------- Well, me and Mark Twain were having us a ball
grey day by day Don't erase your points, you've got your pace Don't waste your days, get your innerspace Don't give me chase, I'm at st. marks place
The belle of St. Mark was a frail but a passionate creature Ebony hair and eyes a deep blue-green The belle of St. Mark wore clothes that belonged to
of Andres or Crissy Smoke backyard or sticky, my man, watch me get busy I wake up with two dimes, both named Nikki I'm a playa dirty, no passion marks
hör mal hast du das gehört so gehört sich das duendlich mal wieder echte bordmusik zu schöngeht einem direkt ins mark hat mir all
CHORUS Look down, look down Don't look 'em in the eye Look down, look down You're here until you die 1ST CONVICT The sun is strong It's hot as hell below
check the acapella flow.. you got beats for the streets, beats for the clubs beats for the ladies, beats for the thugs.. top 40 beats get it across the nation.. underground beats dont make it pass
They got a nigga sheddin' tears, reminiscin' on my past fears 'Cause shit was hectic for me last year It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless
You can find me in the usual place Inside the temple bar I hear that Sally's got a gift for me I hear she found it on St. Mark's These days they all
and them Grew up, 2 4, wit pie and 'em But do my dirt, 2st, wit kyle and them Nigga Pop, Nigga Buzz, little Mark and them Brother news, nigga schooled
den Mark, der redet nur Quark Scheiß auf den Manfred, weil der nicht sein' Mann steht, Geh nicht zum Björn, das würd' mich stör'
streets Killarmy passed the heat so I'ma dead the piece P.L.O. is the street life out in the streets Mentally I be ready, pass the machette My thoughts
pass so ima squeeze first ask questions last, so if i pull it ima pop it so stay out of my way So ima Squeeze 1st, ask questions last Verse 1: I aint
right then pass the duchie to the left and right. [T.I]: From St. Louis to St. Thomas. Me, Big Country, and Drama. Yeah
