you'd just be One more person crying So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound in your ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing Some warn victory, some
bitch I love to squabble and I'm good widdit So if you want some nigga come get it I ain't trippin nigga trippin at all Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak
samba! Woo, yeah! If it's morning time, I'm ready (lick samba, lick samba, lick samba); wo-oh, lick samba! If it's late at night, I'm steady (lick samba
live dere no more Had to change me lifestyle Do t'ings I never done before So now I'm just a lonely Rastaman Living in dis American town Gonna sell me Bob
don't go there I'm tryna make this rap shit work 'Cause I'm getting tired of the moving packed shift work So let me rap a quick spliff first then link BOB
it cant fit in my back pants Ah dis rap shit to easy Ill Will I told u I can do dis while I'm sleepin Bow ! Wizzle ! Lets go ! (chorus) I'ma beast Yea I'm
?' 'Who?' 'Redballs, Willie Redneck Balls, is he there?' 'Goddamnit!' Click Rrrrrinnnng 'Lemme git dis! Who in da hell is dis?!' 'Speak ta Fatboy?' 'WHO IN DA HELL IS DIS
because i'm kinda sleepy Me and my niggas in my crew will get into it now we be at odds hardly Cause we smokin on a ounce of the ganja that bob marley
Queen of the Click Lookie here, look at me, hah Me and my boys we, poised to do big things this year Make a lot of noise in dis here We comes through
, till the day I die I'm from the hood, I'm down to earth When I'm in the streets I be out there head first I'm on the creep, with no sleep I ain't trynna
you bob ya head and I hit the weed Like father like son we hit the streets lil nigga You gon be jus like me, hell yea, I'm a good dad But I don't know
Nigga, till the day I die I'm from the hood, I'm down to earth When I'm in the streets I be out there head first I'm on the creep, with no sleep I ain
to show improve, so I move like a soldier move. Real militant, I?m ill still killin? it. I?m real. Guys dass paralyzed and still feelin? it. Yeah I?m
Call me....... oohoohhoooohhhoooohohhooo Dis code red, if u black, we need green, know what I'm sayin? Michael Jordan, Oprah Winfrey, hit me, hit me
the larger roots on I'm the type of brotha that ya have to keep ya boots on opps- I'm sorry cause I didn't mean to dis you I could hook a hoe and make
bass) Ed mann (percussion) Chad wackerman (drums) Ike willis (vocals) Terry bozzio (vocals) Dale bozzio (vocals) Napoleon murphy brock (vocals) Bob harris
