re hostile to me it's possibly the worst thing that you came to believe Cause I'll be my self right down to my hair My eyes are open wide until the morning light
're hostile to me it's possibly The worst thing that you came to believe 'Cause I'll be my self right down to my hair My eyes are open wide until the morning light
hostile to me it's possibly the worst thing that you came to believe Cause I'll be my self right down to my hair My eyes are open wide until the morning light
[DJ Premier scratches] Pure microphone magic Carving up mc's, straight up torch their weak embellishments Getting it Put it on Dirty download gigolo
I wake up in the morning and I drink from the fountain. I wake up in the morning with the same unanswered questions. I don't know what's going to cure
someone's eyes Oh, city streets The stories that they tell Oh, city streets They can be heaven, they can be hell Winter-colored morning Gray and dirty
, See me in person You know I'm fly [3X] Even your girlfriends and all her girlfriends You know I'm fly [3X] Keep it dirty, dirty you heard me You know
over here Come on in, come on in, til morning Come on in, Come on in, Come on in, til morning Come on in I bumped in to this chick Light skin and 5?6
[Verse One] Models and dimes, ugly hoes follow inside Proud of my dick and mad chicks swallow my pride Getting head jobs from strippers Twisted off the
who's born On a hot muggy morn By the dawn's early light In the port of Amsterdam Where the sailors all meet There's a sailor who eats Only fish heads
on the grind when I shine and it just won't stop Hot soundin', flag security and fuck the cops Another zone to the head Roll it up, fire it up, light
none of tha dirty Deez From the 3-1 it's for the three of thirds One third MC yo we smoke y'all like herbs Under the curb early morn take it to born
lookin fine We're gonna be up all night (Gonna take you for a ride) Yeah, We're gonna be up all night (Get it on til the mornin light) Yeah, We're gonna
with your tractor beams And wrap me up in your wicked schemes My Sunday morning eyes observe Your Cadbury?s skin uncurve And in tronic patterned Venetian light
don't even sound warm Nigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn The graphic exposin' wack asses I emcee as free as 'Ol Dirty Bastard You think you Catholic
's in my hand it's like grains for sand Time is ticking so I'm moving 'to bigger and better plans With my name up in lights scrolled across billboards
(feat. jagged edge, twista) It's two a.m. in the morning and it uhh.. Light showers and you're probably hookin up with that girl That's been, two-wayin
