with pop duke and my handicapped brothers and sisters, and we had no loot That's when the Feds came by And surrounded the house They had automatic weapons, and
know her hair ain't combed She's not dressed properly She's always wearin' jeans and this is a company Where you wear dresses and you look neat and come in With your briefcase And
up and moving on Been a runaway for far too long What's the use in you crying tough When you are longing for love I can offer you company Tender loving and
Between the dead ring ash of extreme defense The lonely groups of company boys snapping pics Of scrawny limbs and toothy grins These are children riding
and left, yo' memories are kept In my mind, heart, and soul even on my shelf Now I'm left with cousin Jessie and Me and my brother June, my mother and
asked which way we were headed I said, ?Sir, let's just go west and he listened obediently? Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC Michael sat on my knees and
(Michael Dulaney / Jason Sellers Tired of channel surfing El Camino ain't working it's Monday night and I'm hurtin' for company bummed a ride to the
best MC's What? Cause every man got disciples if you ever want a rival Show up, with a mic, and a rifle Wyclef stuck the bank at mid-day And took all
the way it seems And you think you really love me, And you're waiting for the earthquake You've been feeling in your dreams And though I might send you flowers Enjoy your company
of the day Come the night you're only what I want Come the night you could be my confident I see you on the street in company Why don't you come and
domestic violence and think it's funny Slapping up the stuck up bitch called hip-hop 'cause she fucking owe me money And if my company tries to play
over your place today In a roundabout sort of way Nothing holding me, just the company Gentle giving the afternoon Don't ever try to be any more Michael
to myself And I raise them Out of my panic And they come to me Willing at last Inflamed and fast Mutual and graphic. And suddenly they drill my heart
Between the dead ring ash of extreme defense The lonely groups of company boys Snapping pictures of scrawny limbs and toothy grins These are children
over your place today In a roundabout sort of way Nothing holding me Just the company Gentle giving the afternoon Don't ever try to be any more Michael
Got a full magazine that's hotter than their Source And I'm the rap era, parents of Michael Air Jordan With Chicago in cursive and Chorinc and coach
the brave new world... Buster and his company look good in black they're looking for a way out of the cul-de-sac tearing through the phone book and
