(So good so far) 'Til she calls you all the time She calls so you can get Down On So good so far Down On So good so far So down On
it off again, to the wayside Yesterday is left behind It's as close as you might get Until she calls you all the time So she can get down Not adjusted
t know who downed ya. [Verse 9: Bart] This shit is deeper than you think wit a straight face lay down an come up off them cavy case slow down better
on the tube to sneak peek And see the same dude on a screen in repeats (so) Consider every word that I spit Every song on my albums a movie and this
* DJ Premier samples/scratches between verses: "Boogie Down was performin, hey they ain't no joke" - Slick Rick "Down with the sound called B-D-
Dead on Arrival And Im your rival like Dennis hopper is Keauna Reaves I go no lower than fifty's, right And im ridin on do or die Creep on your spot
Open up the mental deaths you rented through my palace My thoughts contain the plus sign plus the malice Not equating to your Wonderland so fuck Alice My style is hostile on
So I reach out and try to teach one But eighty-five percent uncivilized content No tolerance so a lifetime is spent behind a cage bent smoked out on a
nuts Kill our enemies' visions and feed fishes there guts Heavier in the old school country launching Malibu's 350 rockers 450 [?] We got the now 609 661 and 409 on
sat down in the back of the class to seize knowledge we don't need, I forgot my late pass but I'm early to a rival beatbox, you got raps? meet me on
listen to Awesome-2 on WHBI I used to hear all kind of rap groups before sampling loops Rappers wore bell-bottom Lee suits Me and Kenny couldn't afford that So
[ INTRO ] Gyeah westside somebody told me they want some of that thug shit up in here westside So I'ma take ya back down memory lane and give ya some
Gyeah, Westside, somebody told me They want some of that thug shit up in here So I'ma take ya back down memory lane And give ya some of that wicked shit
from Dunlavin Town The TB came and killed her family all around Population booms Eleven in two rooms Katie she came from down Townsend street Ten in a bed and no shoes on
So I reach out and try to teach one But eighty-five percent uncivilized content No tolerance so a lifetime is spent behind a cage bent smoked out on
I ain't had enough Ten chains on your neck like you ain't flash enough I wreck so many times, I guess I ain't crash enough On the track like I'm pushing