P I M P Come get money with me, if you curious to see How it feels to be with a P I M P Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV From the backseat
you to find out where my good's kept I been gone away from home for so long Seems like everything I try to do without you go wrong I'm confused about
my head every time it rains The Devil speaking so you listening to the thoughts Of an evil spirit in demonic verses and every time I talk I'm confused by my psychological set backs
noses never let jail turn my shine into Moses couldn?t cleanse my soul with them civil rights sposes panoramic roof, under glass like a coaster backseat
People walkin' 'round, all lost and confused Ready to throw their lives out in the gutter Ain't no love between 'em, father to son Man to woman, brother
Boogie Brown is here don't fear The clear just step to it. Now I drive Come alive from the bottom to the top Temptation or confusion makes you wanna
a backseat driver man) (turn him up) Your ma don't like to jitterbug, said this unholy music Hip hop just so ridiculous, everything sounds so confusing
I split ya frame du' Have ya name all mixed up with bad news What you tryna prove I blow you out ya shoes Y'must got my team confused We make the rules
That holds my flow, so no foes will know What motivates me, I show no race, see It's higher conspirin' on MC's who tire me with wackness Usin' metaphors, breakin' backs
ever wanted to be was a movie star The only role you ever wanted to play is the person you are, are, are You made a cameo appearance in the backseat
me no illusion I saw you in the curve of the moon In the shadow cast across my room You heard me in my tune When I just heard confusion All because
then fuck what you gotta deal with me I'm only here for a minute but haters wanna get rid of me PC creep with at least three heats And a shotgun stashed underneath the backseats
We got so much soul You can damn near see it Spinnin on a 45 I've come to the conclusion Clear the confusion My point is to rock Dis funky joint Dont
all back together And lead us back to the top of Calvary once again Show us where Your blood spilled and first made love grow 'Cause we turned our backs
the wind that knows your name We live in troubled times, deal with troubled minds The blind lead the blind, enlightenment hard to find Mankind in a state of confusion
the streets with a customized wheel barrow. sometimes the only way out is real narrow, and so I've seen DJs get ahead by going behind their own backs
lived in Naperville He had no money, no dollar, dollar bills He had a pimp caddy you know you can't blame us But we had to make the backseat, backseat
