Come one, come all, we have the elixir that cures all that ails you. Traveling the four corners of the road, straight from the well. As it pointed the hill the remnant to your hell [unverified], come Yahweh.
You cover me with kisses. You always walk me home. You say I make you head go nasty. When you are alone. . Keep eyes on me at parties. You push their hands away.
Man, you ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing. 'Bout your daughter, nah, she ain't my type. (But supposin' she said she loved me). Are you afraid of the mix of Black and White.
Um lampin', um lampin', um cole cole lampin'. I got loowies boy, um not trampin. I just came from da-crib ya know. Um on da go-throw ya tank into metro.
Turn it up. . [huddy combs]. Yo, when I roll you know the cats be out. So you cowards got no choice but to rat me out. I call in from the pen to try to see what that be 'bout.
Boom! Shake the Room. Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince. . yo back up now and give a brother room. the fuse is lit and I'm about to go boom. mercy mercy mercy me.
In the morning she is waking. With the gold dust in her hair. She is beauty, oh slightly broken. But I love her laying there. . Spanish lady, treat her kindly.
Turn it up. . Yo, when I roll you know the cats be out. So you cowards got no choice but to rat me out. I call in from the pen to try to see what that be 'bout.
What's the 411, hun?. What's the 411, hun?. I got it goin' on, hun. A yo, I got it goin' on, hun. . What's the 411, hun?. What's the 411, hun?. I got it goin' on.
Shadows return showing images of bitter memories. As clear as a sheet of glass. Games have died false beauty won't last. Greed and hatred, some will live.
(Spoken by the Gangsta). Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a. nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away. Dirty boys dedicate this rhyme to you.