All origins are accidental You've got no papers and no roads lead home Anymore Chance is the root of all place position All maps are random all scales
let me, Change positions, Change positions, You just wanna see me from the front, I know that's what you want, So can we, can we, Change positions.) Change positions, Change positions
I like it, daddy, when you hit the spot Ooh, ah, baby, don't stop I'mma take control when I climb up on top I can take that shit, boy, switch your position
spark to get psyched back up And in order for me to pick the mic back up I don't know how or why or when I ended up this position I'm in I'm starting
you're invited I got a selection of positions, affection With no kisses, so tell me Tell me how you want it, tell me how you want it babe I got a selection of positions
"In the year 1982 a music was created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment
play myself kid I respected my fans and made the high bid Sometimes I write my rhymes at night and fall asleep Wake up with new techniques Grab the pen and place
man, it's too pretty in here Let's say we take it back to the trap one time I went from rolling wit' them rocks on the block To controlling my position
in all the wisdom call, you shall be young, you shall be free Watching for the signals that some easily Take it as a point of love, a reference place
too late Now let the torture begin! Death by the Head crusher! Head crusher! Death by the Head crusher! On your knees prisoners take your positions place
you waitin' for? Make the music that the people can't ignore A lotta niggas is bitches, a lotta bitches be trippin' A lotta them be wishin' that they was in my position
Picture of perfection, the object of a nigga affection Partners in passionate sex, a place to put my erection Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions
're saying is, oh (Niggas got me pissed like Lil' Kim) You want to get freaky again, aright A-ooh-ah-ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh I've been a lot of places, seen
Looking for my place on assembly lines Fake prizes risin' out of the bomb holes Skeleton boys hyped up on purple Smoke rings blow from across the disco
Definitely this is the wrong place to be There's blood on the futon There's a kid drinking fire Going down to the sea They got people to meet Shaking
pretty young stewardess on a non-stop flight She showed me to my seat and it was love at first sight Now lately I've been flying to all kinds of places
