[Chorus] We serve teardrops, Prolific flow from jamaica, Wake up, We getting that bread like a baker, Take ya, Life like ita??s nothing, boys swing
remain silent I plead the full 5th flip the script on the bitch and get violent And we high on Mary Jane amphetamines Cutting they ears off ten year
ball harder. Ten girls, pent house suite, y'all order Whatever y'all please. Wine, crackers, and cheese. They take off their clothes and put on my tees. The supplement Im taking
dop Razmataz Badabadopbadop Real pazas Badabadop Jazz! ooooo that's a plenty's got a beat in it The rythm's got a lot of heat in it now betcha five ten
could flatten Schwarzenegger in a wrestling match Ya got lips like a character in some cartoon With a pink posterior ya big baboon Ya just a (Elephant Trumpet) (Elephant Trumpet
You might not like my style But we've been hanging around this town Just a little too long a while You say you're gonna get your act together Gonna take
plummeted from holding these buckets Hold your laughs till I go back to the tunnels of Paris where I wrote half of these paragraphs... but fuck it This is to my ten
lightning strikes and thunder pounds Over the grey skies of east London town Prophecy K returns from the underground Signified by the people's cryin' trumpet
Down on the Mississippi River in a knockdo* dive I met a trumpet playin' character and Man alive! When he began to rip, he really played it from the hip
restoration will be our bedding. Soon will come the Celebration Wedding and bundles of restoration will be our bedding. The trumpeter is taking a breath The guests are taking
hit Chicks meaning tracks, are you sick? (Sick) Pig-headed de-mon and, yet a sea-man and free-man Need to be at least a ten to get in, You're en-ter-ing
"O get him out of there!" What if it cost 25c to wake up in the morning? A dollar, ten dollars? I'd pay it all the way to the poor house. It's not made
strikes and thunder pounds, Over the grey skies of East London town, Prophecy K returns from the underground, Signified by the peoples crying, trumpet
pinching to private planes Never sat on any benches, I got in games Starter-Carter, Ball-Harder Ten girls, pent house suite; ya'll order Whatever ya'll please: wine, crackers, and cheese They take
not like my style But we've been hanging around this town Just a little too long a while You say you're gonna get your act together Gonna take
