the ding-a-ling with damage Pauish not Antoinish nor Monetego Spanish like queue for the nine two lingo Next, a new hex, commentators stand aside Stringin' MC's like a bikini or panty line Nut you might
cream? From the Clan that taught you Cash Rules I make soul grind tracks, you grab ass too Give respect to the Prince when he pass through Might have a chocolate deluxe in a
blind have eyes and they awaken... Pre-chorus (David Byrne) Planting the seeds in the ground How is my garden growing now? A tender kiss, a little smile The way a
my bathtub, give her a back rub My bathroom's like a nightclub A few ladies in my den, fondlin' A few ladies in the den, so bring some Jello in And a
will pledge with mine. Or leave a kiss within the cup And I'll not ask for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might
me what you want B You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac A C, windows down, with the top back From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex I'm a put in a roll,
the trash where the average go It ain't standard to have a dude in my clutch Sometimes I buck, hold on, the ride gets rough I feel I must touch the A
!) Money that I loot thus begins the chase Plea's no contest when I'm slapped with a case Judge put my bail at a mill Free as a bird, lawyer tryin' to
come up with a plan How to spend this dope money, buy some houses and some land Tryin to teach you niggaz somethin, tryin to lace you like a shoe Buy a
In time, we might walk the straight line But with memories of a grapevine A guitar, as we came close from far Forgot about the war We barely touched
a mirror. Verse Two a?? Pressure When Pressure steps to the batters plate you salivate, known to captivate, I have to break new barriers like when a
I slide to the side and I act uncouth But its just an act cause i might react to those who never held a mic that fed back listen its just a day in the life of a
I am the emperor of the highway I wield the universal will One might chance to overlook on my divineness Unless I'm sitting in the Imperial Poupe de Ville
but he's got some blood for you I'm talking about all of you This is something our of a rock It's not juts a bunch of crock Lord Jesus, Father, Holy
a close thin of no parting importance want to think you just might be allowed beware,prepare the road above lay in we racing is not a car the decision
A house of judgment so divine that we burn our brothers A house of judgment so divine that we burn our brothers A house of judgment so divine that we
one is another book of lies From birth till death There's a road for everyone Easy to survey so easy to run But all simplicity might be a lie And your
blood excites the nostrils At first cut the sanguinary worship of Red spraying punctures a sight so divine Clutching her carcass face frozen in time A