't care if I'm your first love But I'd love to be your last I don't care if I'm your first love But I'd love to be your last
by Steven Wilson] [a) Winding Shot (Summer 1981)] If you fall asleep with me You can dream and drowse The miuntes turn to hours We could climb a tree
(C.Kirschner) Beat programmed by Prince Paul, Prince Pawl Music (BMI) Produced by Concetta and Curtis Curtis (BMI) Xtra Samples
Don't fuss believe me, you built like a bus I'm a jump you like Kneival in a rush. Please I got a Ph.D a playa hatin degree when it ain't me check me
to put a little love in your heart Put a little love in your heart Put a little love in your heart Put a little love in your heart Put a little love
a way to come out all wrong. paper answers everything. we just like the way these words look on the page. paper answers everything. i can't find a thing at
hate you more Let's call out names, names, for sure I'll call you bitch for short As a last resort and my first resort You call me motherfucker for long At
a slug in him He just another motherfucker, ain't no love in him I put a bug in him, never sleep on one who never slept I take my last breath every time
and Not caring, fuckin' the prosecutor at my hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering Who me? I reply casually Come, what God would be if He was a straight G Tonight, too tight out of a
yo Mitch got rushed by the feds last week They snatched by the trunk Of his white Cornice Took a look inside And what did they see Two keys and a gallon
.A. is a great place Fly girls, dope cars, life at a fast pace But gangbanging was killin' it quick Another child got hit, bullshit Pop-pop-pop, 10 on a
shit O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O
G.O.D. Father style - all prepared to get buckwild Half my niggas ball, other half ain't got it all They stay up at nights waitin' on a combat call Drinkin
on a cat stand, I kill ya like a hitman And come out kickin with the ( ? ) Rockin on a rappin rampage In control of the stage [ ROUND 2: Donald D ] There's a
Nine o' clock, home alone, paging you Wishing you'd come over, my place After a while, let me know We can just keep talkin' 'bout the last time You were
Roethlisberger I go bezerker than a fed up post office worker A Merc her with a Mossberg I'm pissed off, get murdered Like someone took a ketchup squirter Squirted a Frankfurter For a
to drink what we drunk lastnight cold shower too now we sippin malibu ordered a nice plate of fruit and a ceasar salad too after that we gon go at it
D.O.E. on the M-I-C) And where you from(NYC, we up in here G) Why don't you get on the mic for the symphony? (D.O.E.) Ok, ok