be Christmas day Strings of street lights, even stop lights Blinking bright, blinking bright red and green, yeah yeah As the shoppers rush home with treasures (Christmas times as time
sport, B dot o, B, so bet I go Bet I'm on a brand new plane Bet I'm in a whole different zone I ain't really from this place Sold out all night long
Sleepy alligator in the noon day sun Lyin' by the river just like he usually done, oh no! Call for his whiskey and he can call for his tea Call all he
waters of Tyne in between you and I Conversation in a London Bar: Cockney: I don't know why you geezers come down to London all the time, 'cause you look so miserable all the time
singin' "I wanna be your lover baby, I wanna be your man yeah", and all that jazz Now we've doin' this number, Bo Diddley, for quite some time now Bo
left, five hoes this time Whoo! Hoe-no! The Hip-hop hoeoller-coster, that's what we on right now Ha-ha, no need to get all hoes-tile Yeah! Whoo! Def
arrow The oldest silence speaks the loudest under the deep green sea When speech becomes a crime Silence leads the spirit over the bridge of time Over the bridge of time
deep in love with you? Would it be safe to say That I'm well on my way-my way-my way I'm scared as hell (yeah) Know heartbreak all too well (yeah) Just gimme a green
throwing what I got I took her home time to show her what I got I took her tongue and took it to another notch Im getting funds time to get another watch
up I gotta get high The homies we found us a way to get by Lets call us some bitches and have a good time A lot of bottles of Vodka as we forget time
bringin' all of the paper and From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects Seventeen, tryna man up Feed the fam boy, I put that on these damn goods All
' down in a cold ass fashion And the mayonnaise comes Comin' down in a cold ass fashion Black twinkie Gettin' all caught up in a taste test An' it all
bet, let's go All the smoke and debris led us straight to the basement Yo, what the hell is that? Man, it looks like a spaceship We all ran for cover
that's it for the introductions. And now, the story. A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away... uh.... Oh, excuse me... Once upon a time --- I think
I met him in a swamp down in dagobah Where it bubbles all the time like a giant carbonated soda S O D A, soda I saw the little runt sitting there on
of dope and a quarter roll, oh Most all of my niggas got the same and we gonna roll it all up to smoke Hittin' that reefer hydro, you know the cut, so fuck them po, po Toss all
we be Bone Thug, ah Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah Nigga thug all day any day
you didn't sell nada Niggas ain't even grateful that we let y'all ride You better be thankful we even let y'all shine Everytime I turn around there's