[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yo... who the fuck brought me this chocolate shit, man? I said a banana nutriment, man Ya'll heard the fuck I said... I gave
Served up in the backyard Cooked too long on high Flying out the window Even dogs have passed them by Didn't know she was tied up Better fed than forced
I see you cryin' in the sunshine I hear you laughin' in the rain You say you can't tell any difference Between the pleasure and the pain You say you
The morning is dead and the day, is, too. The step is up here to meet me but the velvet fool. All my loveliness I have felt today. It's a little more
Do you remember here? No you don't remember anything at all I'm here flat on my back Never woke up - had no regrets There's a party in my mind And I
You know in this din sick world we live in Gotta have something to help you through the day In this world full of frustration, lack of hope, despair There
I don't care about your dreams of peace I don't care about your please Lord please I don't care about your Africa I don't care about your ancestors '
(singers) Just picture a lad, between Mom and Dad Its Sunday the tables all set There's uncles, there's aunts, and cousins galore There's plenty of food
[scratched sample] - "I'm the man!" I stand in, ?? by the way as i begin do you know who I am? and may reply with a grin yes, I'm tired of being ?? why
(kinky friedman) You uppity women I don't understand Why you gotta go and try to act like a man, But before you make your weekly visit to the shrink
In the light of the moon, too soon In a hot air balloon, he crossed the sea Once an airship tycoon, turned buffoon Leaving his home marooned, attempted
[Distorted words] I'm on the outside looking in I'm on the outside looking in I'm on the outside looking in I'm on the outside looking in Stop I wanna
House Dog, Party Favor. Well-to-do on the bone you savor. a local invitational, a roaring hello, Mind's racing but you just don't know. What to do, How
Manilla was a crude machine who'd taken his fair share He gobbled up the world he owned as petals paved his stairs Manilla thanked the very moon for money
It's quite possible that I'm your third man girl But it's a fact that I'm the seventh son No doubt about it It's quite possible that I'm your third man
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What? What you want? Represent, represent, represent Yea, represent, check it out, check it out Yo Mama don't wear no drawers I saw her when she took
Now I'm your big mal dropper, mud duck stopper Fila on the bottom and Adidas on the topper Transform scratchin', big beat matchin' I can tell you're getting