can't take her eyes offa you She's up and down 'bout seven times to the john She's about to turn around her baseball hat Just fancy that You see that
simpler ways to make better days Striving to pave a steady trail evading the maze Tending to exaperate peronal space that in turn alienates and stagnates true state
got no wins [P]Nut-ting, nut-ting [E]Knahmsayin? Gotta let em know this time [P]Yeah we got these cats [E]We get down like that [P]Straight underground like that
a chump MC's try to diss me, and try to bust caps I'm not havin it, and that means no haps Jack So get the bozack, only off the crack, that's wack This
mob When I do my job pulling up in them fancy cars This is for my gangstas ballin in them Cadillac trucks Moving weight state to state telling me come
crusading, invading your area Creatin' hysteria, breaking all barriers With the power of cyclops The power of hip hop It runs through my veins The power
baboons,& all of that species, chain'd by the middle, grinning and snatching at one another, but witheld by the shortness of their chains: however, I saw that
