my dear man I come in Pittsburgh At six-thirty flat I found myself a vacant seat An' I put down my hat What's the matter, Molly dear What's the matter with
renegades of funk We're teachers of the funk and not of empty popping We're blessed with the force and the sight of electronics With the bass and the treble, the horns
Gucci with the matching interior 3 wheel ride with the tire in the middle It's Fresh and stunna and we like brothers We shine like paint daddy, this our summer Gator Boots with
, listen again This is for grown looking girls who's only ten The ones who watch videos and do what they see As cute as can be, up in the club with fake ID Careful, 'fore you meet a man with
spreadin' disease all across the land Beautiful air conditioned, sittin' in the kitchen Wishin' I was livin' like a hit man Face down in the guarantees Jaundiced honchos gettin' busy with
Here comes the vegetable man in the Vegetable van with the horn that's honking Like a mariachi band in the middle of the street People gather around
A traveling man with a trippin' hand Soda pop spittin' out slime Let's get [unverified] and realize Get that brand new action Gonna let me get with the
in your soul and your head What was misunderstood, what was thought of with dread A new self is born, the other self dead I accept the new found man
Sax Man starts to win he gonna take you on a ride Take it Sax Man! * Ow! Take it Sax Man! He'll be right with you folks! * All right, Sax Man, that
rich kid's a friend of his Who horns in on Mary Jane But to his great surprise it seems she prefers guys Who can kiss upside down in the rain "With great
, the silent horns playin' I'm prayin' with tears in my eyes 'Cuz I'm tryin to make it into eternal peace without dyin' But they eyein' my bank account with
jokin', man They wanna test a muthafucka's boxing game That's when they get they ass trunked 'Cause when you're fuckin' with me, I'ma tear this muthafucka up You're fuckin' with
fuckin' with me hard and I'm heartless, I'm a kid again lookin' out my window watchin' niggaz get murdered in college worked the parties, step with??,
gargon (Gargon!) And de gargon summary And any man dat come test me (Test me) Me gwanna lick out dem brains (It's like that) Brothers want to hang with
re not like all the rest So when you come to pick me up come right to my door Don't stay in your car and beep, beep the horn (Car) Baby, I'm a hopeless
re gone, we're gone Hey, now man's own kin We commend into the wind Grateful arms, grateful limbs Grateful heart gone again Here a man, man's own kin
see you blow your horn For the mommies that be lookin' good at the bus stop The ones at the club that be makin' the fires start Your fools with the thugs
-p-pourin' right Jamaica born, I don't mean to toot your horn right But ya ass super fat, w-w-was you b-born right? And right now, I'm just chillin' with