enough for you its not legit to you, so it cant be real what's the sum of your life you've had some simple dreams and pathetic hopes you shouldve lived it
on lil nigga that a break yo face like Roy Jones crushin' bones when it's on we ain't never scaed them memphis boyz be so serious when it's bout that
Blast away their heads Detonate my extra bonus Retirement in lead Every week another tar Demands behind your door Working hard for nothing Can't take it
in the struggle just tryin to prepare Cuz when the revolution comes it aint gon be fair [Psycho Les] Yo it's the Beatnuts, dead prez, we connect like
he ain't dead yet, one mo' to the ribs Try'na get body parts to relatives, like nigga you don't get it? I cut when I hit it, nigga nuts 'n guts ripped
and I'm hittin the bud as soon as I see them brains go split-splat See niggaz and bitches get left for dead and alla they kids get kidnapped Put a fresh
did it and chilled with all my people [Chorus: Derrick Sassin] You bitches keep talkin', you need to shut the fuck up before you get blown away Bust
her dress Blessed with the gift of gab to get gals Hot enough to hit they pals so get down You looking good enough to come give me a kiss now Get a room
great tell 'em the good news Isn't it ironic how it feels so good? But I was only just singing the blues I wouldn't open my mouth about it at all If I
em the good news Isn't it ironic how it feels so good? But I was only just singing the blues I wouldn't open my mouth about it at all If I thought that
dress Blessed with the gift of gab to get gals Hot enough to hit they pals so get down You looking good enough to come give me a kiss now Get a room at
flag, keep it high, keep it visual People say Canada and get stereotypical Think we finish every sentence with "buddy" or "bye" And if it ain't that,
man, New York got it) You God damn right (Yeah man, Japan got it) Drug pattern awareness (Yeah man, the Bay got it) You God damn right (Yeah man, LA
of the same part And we don't seperate at all until the day's dark And then she floats away After zonin with me close all day I don't believe some of
usin too many complicated fuckin words for you Here then let me slow it down for you so you can understand if I say it slower: Let it go dawg it's
thingz, cause it's on Till the break of dawn don't ya see me? Rob Blow, Rob Blow You suckas can't fuck with the Get Low! And it's on, and we outta here
[Misk:] I know I gotta slow it down, but it's hard to stay away from blunts when I'm goin' for a city job, when I'm goin for a city job, when I'm goin
976-DATE You've come a long way baby saying it's true If the 70's freed our inhibitions what good did it do Gotta shut it in, get it out turn it away '
