with no drive I dropped out but I done fine right, I know you heard about them stages I've been murdering lighting my swisha's up as they roll in my room
When I'm away I suffer too But at least she makes me feel I'm alive And I just can't live without him In every lonely hotel room He can give me so much
named Bingo A fugitive lookin' for puff switchin' my lingo Stayin' at a hotel called the Pink Flamingo Callin' up MC from a Cuatro Cinco The set up, tryin' on my way to uniform Room
if you like only one kind of music Jamaica's alright, if you like small bananas and spiders Jamaica's alright, if you wanna buy drugs from your hotel room
the rent charged Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly My own son don't know me Sittin' up in the hotel room
house, 5 cars, the rent charged Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly My own son don't know me, I'm chillin' in a hotel room
Sissy ass zero, muthafuccin' fruit loops Homie who yo hero, who taught you yo moves Zzzzz's in my limo, woke up in my hotel room Hoe's jus followin' they
, it's Gutfest '89 The festival is on the lake, the hotel's up the block. It's clean, they've got good rates and they've got lots of rooms in stock.
east coast dame, she knew she was pretty The place: a hotel lounge in the town of Atlantic City The girl was down, you know what I'm sayin there wasn't much room
den of inequity the life of sin Where after the after party and the hotel lobbies Probably find me drunk off Bacardi In a swank hotel an aspiring actress
told Curtis he could hold that Run in your hotel room, and take yo' gat Got old guns for new niggaz, my throwback And I ain't talkin 'bout music, get
things like a kid Always being pampered By someone Always loving to Play loud with someone Pushing the accelerator And speeding up Making a mess Of your hotel room
apart like a kid Always being pampered By someone Always loving to Play loud with someone Pushing the accelerator And speeding up Making a mess Of your hotel room
Went to see the gypsy Stayin' in a big hotel He smiled when he saw me coming And he said "Well, well, well" His room was dark and crowded Lights were
Music & Lyrics by Martin Sexton I've been stemmin' for change and singing in these streets now Long as I care to recall The dank little lounge room
take The easy way out I'll just sit in my room With all the lights off My mother and father Think I'm gone daft I stay home with The music I love I
