't lie I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply? Now everybody say Now throw your hands
my piece while sippin drank and smokin weed U can pop an xtasy, well take ya ass to ecstasy One in ya mouf, one in ya back Tappin ass like piano keys
She threw my watch out the window Chain in her hand She running through the crib Finding anything she can Our relationship is not the only thing that's out of hand
we different keep your hands to the sky Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece
cause we different keep your hands to the sky Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece
