stop And looked over the city Said hello to the man sittin' there But he didn't hear me So it's me and this stranger Both tryin' to find a way home Waitin
On a motherfucker, motherfucker come out there Talkin' crazy to me lookin' at me crazy up in the motherfuckin' sto' And I said, "Bitch I'm flashin'" Don't let me
on the floor This is Russian radio here Calling you to come back home This is Russian radio here Run while you still can Different sides we take our
with the gypsies Finger chimes and tambourines With candlelit eyes of experience Oh how you laughed at me As I became rapidly foolish Under your gaze and on red
I investigated all the people that I knowed, Ninety-eight percent of them gotta go. The other two percent are fellow Birchers . . . just like me. Now Eisenhower, he's a Russian
come out there talkin crazy to me lookin at me crazy up in the motherfuckin sto' and I said, "Bitch I'm F-ah-lashin!" Don't let me get to flashin on yo
stop and looked over the city Said hello to the man sitting there but he didn't hear me So it's me and this stranger both trying to find a way home Waiting
up (straight up) [Verse 2: Buck] These feds crazy trying to take me down and book me Throw me on death row and do me like Big Tookie Got me running from
be standing here besides me Racing the clouds home, racing the clouds home You can shut your eyes, you can hide it away it's gonna come back another day Racing the clouds home
through Take you home, making love, and I'm whoop on you, shit [Chorus x2] Ain't no place I'd rather be Spending time just you and me Sipping on some