, listen Never let someone work on ya They don't belong 'til they set you from Ya can't be intrigued by the leads a pig lead Unless you don't give a
to your face and ditched you Everyone saw me on the last album cover Holding a pistol something far from a lover Beside my brother, S C O T T I just
shot, you get got, catch you later This ain't The Cosby Show you know what it's like A Different World We're livin' inside a world where you get the cash, you
Man, that ain't Tech man, he sellin' out, man That's, that's, he's doin' that shit for the white folks That's white shit he doin', man I've been writing
'm toilet tissue What is your issue? You over man, I don't miss you Scottie soft, you play like Jan Van Britteclaw New Jersey Nets, real man, you ain't
, sing you a song I bet you'll love it I just wanna sing, I-I ain't askin' for much I just wanna sing, can I, sing you a song I bet you'll love it, I
or a dutch The ganja, I can't wait to get a rush, marijuana I play cards with Ray Charles, cheat for a grand Once I deal out the deck take a peak at
, then chill It's like east coast bliss, it's like west coast diss We do it like this and you seal it with a kiss And a pound, that's just how it go
writes the songs, he, who writes the songs (who got it, huh, who got it?) He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs (who got it, huh, who got
air And party hardy like you just don't care Let's do it don't stop ya'll a tick a tock ya'll you don't stop Go hotel motel what you gonna do today (
you what they want, show you what they want you to see But they don't let you know what's really goin on Make it look like a lotta stealin goin on
a buncha shit you wished you hada big dick You know I just be sayin that to get you mad "I can't listen to that song, that shit's too sad!" You know
wish the cardiac Would'a murdered you (Would'a murdered you) Maybe Ice-T's right You are a bitch (You are a bitch) You come around when you're broke And you leave when you
above all you jive suckers Listen, that's word to my mother You throw a shot at me I'm throwing a shot back Your's is on a joint Mine's whistling by your
don't come and go like a pop song That you can play incessantly And then forget when it's gone You can't write me off and you don't turn me on So don
Jerry Clover At the 1971 Disc Jockey Convention I told Jerry I's gonna write a song about it My brother Hillman gonna play 'The Cigarette Paper And The Comb' Play
Goodbye* *(Kiss Goodbye is a famous song that was a hit in the 90s) e??a??a??c??e©±a??a??e®?a??a??a?·a?????a?«a?«e?·a¤§a?????e??a??e·a?? Ting ma ma
a bitch Yeah you got a mix Audie, you got the sticks baby But love is a bitch, all right She's a real cool bitch She's a nasty bitch, yeah Ain't love