hand ya know [Chorus:] Mini-van people gone to jamaica One driver a dozen conductor Yeah! mini-van people gone to jamaica One driver a dozen conductor tree
First first not long but cursed This has just begun watch as I burn Watch as I burn... Watch as I burn It hurts so good as long as I can see you smile
The killer lives inside me: I can feel him move. Sometimes he's lightly sleeping in the quiet of his room, but then his eyes will rise and stare through
She's a cranky old critter She's bitter, we warn ya She lurks in a tree house In Burbank, California Along with a nephew He says spew, he's cheerful
with these Start hittin' jewel-liks, re-investin' in ki's Drop the top on the flo', let you feel the breeze [Buckshot Shorty] Trees make my eyes bleed
black four door Akaror I attach yours, he Marquise piece, gold teeth and medallion Heads I be sappin' like the grams I be baggin' Fightin' women, cut throat and tree
black four door Akaror, I attach yours The Marquise piece, gold teeth and medallion Heads I be sappin' like the grams I be baggin' Fightin' women, cut throat and tree
elect To possibly judge correct? Properly serve and protect? Materially corrupt, spiritually amuck Oblivious to the cause, prosperously bankrupt Blind leading the blind, guilty never defined Filthy as swine, a generation
die, passin' me trees The liquor bottle's almost empty We about to collide, with the enemy Only way you die if it's meant to be, you fuckin' with a general
Booyaka. That's my pueblo. Booyaka. Booyaka. 6-1-9 (Hey) What you gon' do when we come for you? And we the Southtown generals, Diego Don originals. Hitman
days of Bobby McFerrin Used to sing, "Don't worry, be happy" Lord how can I be happy When I don't even know my own family tree Lord? We are the next generation
know on her forehead was this fried egg. Which I thought was really unusual. Because in New York City the ladies with the fried eggs on their heads don't generally
wanna dance with you I wanna dance with you I wanna dance with you I wanna dance with you The Indian fought with his arrow and bow Till General Custer
of burning oil People throw belongings, a lifetime's earnings Amongst the scattered rubbish and suitcases on the sidewalk Take palms and orange and tangerine trees
I turn the music up, I got my records on I shut the world outside until the lights come on Maybe the streets alight, maybe the trees are gone I feel my
100 million dolla G4 Santa was generous Gave me a gang of money More ice than the North Pole More karats than Bugs Bunny This year forget the socks And the Christmas tree
, Kevin Lyles, whoever you want It's a wrap, your career cannot be saved Fuck makin' a comeback, you ain't Flavor Flav Before my album dropped, I rocked show for G's Blowin' trees
m in this one one for the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn Super A Red and the ritz call Tins All my niggaz who tryin' to ball, my niggaz ballin' All my soldiers and generals
