't ever come down Turn on, tune in, drop out, give up with me Turn on Tune in Drop out With me The whole thing's coming down so let's just get out of
sign And you say to yourself just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm hanging On this pathway I'm strolling
diggity, fo' shiggity, so slippery, so jiggly Oh you kin to me, with dat fire, pretty kitty So Lewinsky Mommy got dat crack crack, I said mommy got dat crack crack
dem and cruise me then, if I'm wrong, sue me then Wait let me hear another tune, tune me in so I'm straight, if I hear "drop the bomb" I have to go Break
that shit's fake Get these niggaz up out my face Shake the room, bend the spoon Turn this up now, stay in tune Hypnotized by the way she move Take your
when I abide, we have a ride With a Stet on the set, us you won't forget We're leavin' our marks, but cashin' T-Boy checks So reflect on the text, check out
-in Tape dem and cruise me then, if I'm wrong, sue me then Wait let me hear another tune, tune me in so I'm straight, if I hear drop the bomb I have to
never turn me on (Work the latex) Regular girl, is so boring (Get out my face) Regular girl, you never turn me on (Work the latex) I turned the Lakers
rap With a payoff, cop gotta lay off, FBI on my dick, stay off I'm not a rebel or a renegade on a quest I'm a nigga with a 'S' on his chest So get the
I flood tracks like cracks in boats And pussy rappers choked up with they own lines in they throat [Chorus] TURN UP THE MICROPHONE and see me I'm
around three I'm askin' shorty, "What's up with you?" She's askin', what's up with me And now we been together for weeks Candlelight dinner with my shorty, crack a 40 with
you heard of me You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster For me the microphone
hits than Sadaharu Oh Tom Thumb, Tom Cushman, or Tom Foolery Dating women on TV with the help of Chuck Woolery Words are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon And I'm always out
sign And you say to yourself, "Just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm hanging On this pathway I'm
three I'm asking shorty what's up with you She's asking what's up with me And now we been together for weeks Candlelight dinner with my shorty Crack a 40 with
slit my wrists Takin these drugs till the day that i'm dead And when i die put the chronic thoughts out my head So turn on tune in and hear the static
solution Smoking so bad, I'mma cause a pollution With satisfaction, baddest action, fatal attraction Drop you to an improper fraction Ill insanity, kill like Amity- Ville horror, as I wipe out
in pain, then I screamed for more Oh, make me feel sublime Release me from my mind Oh, kill me one more time And set me free. And all the high-born ladies
