you ain't got Not one damn thing for a nigga to ride to But I been gettin' funky since I was in high school Growin' up in that Bootsy's rubber band
so you kick back and get farther behind And although the world rotates itself, the only thing you twist is your mind You see, the world's fallin' apart
watch it crumble See the drowning, watch the fall I feel just terrible about it That's sarcasm, let it burn Gonna make a toast when it falls apart I
the kids? Helmets, head gear and mouth pieces! Then we could pad the floor and walls, put cameras inside bathroom stalls We make sure only nice bands
up sipping java strolling up the totem poll, what's my only problem scrolling through my Rolodex, who show up my toddler so many hands raised as the band
feel so right. Baby you like a band, make me feel so live. Chorus I can feel it when you're looking at me all the time. It's the way when we're apart
you used to do? Are you trying to break my heart? (Not me, baby) I know there's somethin' goin' on with you (Uhh, uhh) Whatever it is, it's tearin' me apart
the lake Stoopid color chain, same color as the jake '92 'Burban sitting on eights Funyun Cutlass on Davin skates Pontiac Catalina, call it Corn Flakes Twenty bands
I hold you in my arms as the band plays What are those words whispered baby just as you turn away I saw you last night out on the edge of town I
old Buick but dressed just like dynamite He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street But they said, "Johnny, it falls apart so
records You said, it wasn't art, so now we're gonna rip you apart Stop, check it out my man This is the music of a hip-hop band Jazz, well you can call
[Chorus: Royce] (Nickel) Nine, witness me rippin this apart for sixty bars, the city is ours We the M-I, C; the illest to ever spit on a track I'm (Nickel
roll with a Bavarian heart I'm territorial, wish I could look the door Aggressive localism with my dogs of war Small man's complex, you only get torn apart
, word to ride, nigga, yeah Aiyyo, we four or five niggaz with furs on Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on Blowin' on saxophones, the band
role of superglue When I was falling apart Through all the papercuts And all the broken hearts You played the role of superglue When I was falling apart
had my little golden band on your hand Does my little band of gold mean nothing to you? To me, it means the world but you tore my world apart You're
Once you were together, now you're far apart One who swore to love you has gone and broke your heart But don't cry on your pillow, don't let it get you
of dough to blow Mo' trips, mo' whips Mo' money, I'm mo' rich Mo' haters, mo' clips Mo' jewels, mo' s*** Half a hundred grand in some rubber bands