up at the motor inn I was feelin sick livin on cottons everyday gutter hype with no veins i need a fix i need a front i need a new approach a new approach
at the motor inn I was feeling sick Living on cottons everyday gutter hype with no veins I need a fix, I need a front I need a new approach, a new approach
they got some bomb ass niggas She used ta put em on his bomb ass dick She always talked some bomb ass shit She used to blow some bomb ass dick Chorus
[Intro: (Trife Da God) Ghostface Killah] (Uh what you got here, is your approach) Your approach gotta more guerilla on 'em KnowImean? Just to make it
and dismissed me with a smack on my cheek So I bought six bottles of new fancy cologne But all I got from Theresa was (Leave me alone) I bought new
can't be us or see us. We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders. West Side till' we die. Out here in California, nigga We warned ya' We'll bomb on you
of the bomb squads, and bombs were also something of a hobby during the week. So I said: a?? Look, you know, these bombs are nothing special, just,
why you wanna come at me? I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes Wrong nigga for threats Lone nigga wit long chrome And we can dance till one of us
thing It's time for Devo There is no question about it The spud boys are ready with New songs, new films and new approaches To survival, in a world
after hour girl, you gon need a minute [Lloyd Banks - Verse 1] I'm into steady stuntin in my Phantom ghost Brand new Louie, brand new outfit and my brand new
rather see me in a cell livin' in hell only a few of us will live to tell Now everybody talkin' 'bout us I could give a fuck I'd be the first one to bomb
(inspired by the WTC disaster) yes, us people are just poems we're 90% metaphor with a leanness of meaning approaching hyper-distillation and once
beggers keep in line? Learn them all the rules? Who's tell us whitewash windows? When to take down doors? Tell us make a flask of tea and survive the
rhyme-the rhyme-the rhymes All of us are born with a miraculous ability To determine the direction From which sounds approach us Let us venture into new
heaven sent And yeah we know the dope comin' from the president But look at us, we ain't got shit to lose Feel like we ballin' if we got a new pair of
They got bitches, they got some bomb ass niggas She used ta put em on his bomb ass dick She always talked some bomb ass shit She used to blow some bomb
in that Direction, 33-23-33, I see seven coming toward us to reward us Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter Disorder, behold a pale horse, new