(Bill Berry/Peter Buck/Mike Mills/Michael Stipe). . Did you never call? I waited for your call. These rivers of suggestion are driving me away. The trees will bend, the cities wash away.
I'm not a sailor. I'm not so strong out of my shoes. Dragging like anchors. . Over the ocean. Pearls in the sky strung 'round the moon. Pointing to you.
Straight from the under, I make niggaz wonder. Why, I tap jaws, rock black eyes. See I, know nothing about things I be doing. Lives I ruin, in this here shit we pursuing.
Got all my Magnum niggaz in here, word up. Sean P, yeah, yeah, yeah, word is bond. Word up, M-F-C, hah, word up, yeah, yeah. Smack this nigga son, word up, hit him.
Chorus:. . I'm not sure anymore more. Who is knocking at my door door. All the people that I knew. Acted funny when big ruck got some loot. But they can't see b, let my parabellum fly fly.
The sidewalk bends where your house ends. Like the neighborhood is on its knees. Surrounded by a chain link fence. Keeps me out but let's me see. . Well, I come by most every night.
In the summer of my wedding. As the corn burned in the field. Oh, I lay down for my baby. And let the sweet smoke stain my heels. . Well, I lay there till the midnight.
Hola mama, hola papa. Como estas? Bien y tu?. Chillin', you look good, you too papi. Uno, dos, tres, cuatro. . Yeah, [Incomprehensible] por favor. [Incomprehensible] right, yeah, yeah.
[first 19 seconds reprises "Justa' Interlude"]. . Freakazoid robot, please report to the dancefloor. . [Heavy D]. What, what? Uptown, get down. Check me out y'all - ya don't stop (go 'head baby).
I was born a bastard my momma was a baby.. And she didnt have the skills it would ever take to raise me.. Pops jumped ship and left us doin bad.. I pretty much blamed him for everything i never had..
Can I get some of that? Can I get some of that?. Can I get some of that? Can I get some of that?. Hey man blaze this blunt. . Can I get some of that Northern Lights.
(talkin). the south killed hip-hop? where they say dat at, better not say 'round me. lemme go on an adress dat while im in tha studio cuz these days..check check...
All the way up to the ohsix.. When you least expect it.. But if you love them, and they love. you the same way, believe they got. they're eyes on you right now..
Everybody used to think of him as. Well more like a bum, sort of, a musical bum. Than anything else. . Your love is my sanity. Your love brings me sunshine.
Uh, I think we're ready for the second installment of Sloppy Love Jingle,. . Roll it! Action!. . Ok continue,. What's next up on the menu? Hmm.... Maybe I should crack a joke? Attack and ask her if she smokes?.
Today I wasn't even gonna take a shower. And then I got a call sayin' that my cousin died in a fire. So I washed myself for what seemed like three hours.
The bombs been detonated, im just waiting for explosion.. I was at 2nd base and it was time for me close in on 3rd.. With blurred vision and precisly placed slurred words..
(I think we're ready for eh, the second installment of the Sloppy Love Jingle. Roll it. Action!). . Ok, continued. What's next upon the menu?. Hmm, maybe I should crack a joke.
I'm like nine hours away from finishing my nine hour shift. And wishing I was gone nine hours ago. 'Cause nine hours wasted tossin' back the chicken. I could've written nine verses just in time for the show.
'81 was the year shit hit the fan in a major way. I sat there for an inspiring artist. Almost 20 years after the fact I'm still on my hustle. Diggin' graves for an inspiring artist.