'm on his tail like Sonic little shorty palming on a 40 Broad day, I'm trying to dodge a cover story Look like he stopping for gas I'm a pluck him, yay
peace truce, unify all of the gangs No quarrels between us, you and I is the same As we build on a higher plain, Like pyramids too mysterious for the
Dynasty niggaz Check it out Uhh, walk with me, talk to me, yo The theme song to the Sopranos Plays in the key of life on my mental piano Got a strange
it down on tape again I got a fifth of Hen Fifth of Gin A fifth for now And a fifth for then Take it ??? Take it down shot for shot You ain't got Coniyak
game of (Paper, scissors, rock) A lion tamer yelling, your first piano lesson A 4-leaf contraceptive, we play a game of (Paper, scissors, rock) A sweaty palm
throw us back across the border If they knew that we survived And they were surprised to see us So they greeted us with palms They asked for ammunition
miss, so be careful what ya wish for A rhyme sayer wit respect like the mayor Plus your arms is to short to box wit God playa See I'm all for Jesus but
I I've been having bad dreams So stop eating cabbage And stop talking to that girl What are the winters like here? Hush up and play the piano But have
- Christ eternal held away from me Behind a brown and ancient glaze In my collection Facets of ego Gradually eclipsing mass between the nursery and now Struggling for
turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it Shame on your label, for trying to
a little Gypsy woman a dollar she'll tell me how to start a new life again Goin' down to that place for the lonesome Have my future read from the palm
back to the City of the Angels a memory of love controls my mind I'll search for dreams in the City of the Angels I left them there among the whispering palms
. When fathers die they bleed their sons path. For the Father, in Gods name. The love of money warms the families' pain. Power brokers, black jack poker. Wearing piano
nook tonight in (pasege ? ) if I don't put this thing dow Play the piano and get funky for these people. and so george, as you say in your language,
be forgot and days of auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear for auld lang syne We'll take a cup of kindness yet for the sake of auld lang syne
down in Santa Monica Boulevard Do you like the sun? It makes me feel real tingly all over Hey, have you checked out Palm Springs? What a place, Palm Springs
it Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it Shame on your label, for trying