(background) Oh I. Intro: I feel like Rocky, right before he fucked the Russian, in like the 8th or 9th, 7th or 8th 9th round or something. That's
I shot a Warhol Dead with my pistol When the wind hit the hole In the canvas it whistled Beautiful with no frame A face with no name Glass full of cold
em dominoes We clutching four-fours, and emptying holes through ya body and frame And I leave the witness sick so theres nobody to name We was all in the game sex
?bout a thing, baby ?Cause you know you got me by a string, baby Baby girl, you make me feel You know you make me feel so real I love you more than sex
you feel, you bein' hoodwinked, then it's on Listen, you never told me you ain't want me to grissle 'Cuz I kept you hot and now it's somethin' official You kept a pistol
niggas And umm, never put your faith in the bitch See I hang with a bunch of grave yard villains Nigga robbin' sprees, we stealin' Choppin' keys with drug dealers Click like pistol
Poppa Don't Preach. They say love bites like an angry Def Lepperd, like a Nine Inch Nail being pushed in by Trent Rezner. I got a Sex Pistol and a Gang
draw and spit So you fall cause you're hit (Aww shit!!) And your homies get to runnin' another nigga still gunnin' Got a pistol, fool? You know the rules
, is this and that I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best Either I'm trippin' off the ecstasy or I could feel the world turnin' I'm havin' flashbacks, I can feel
aint got a house, but I got a condo To sex for cash money we got the whole (blame it on scotch...) You (you) you say you feeling me I know Im feeling
they was Jeffery Dahm So many clicks, so many crews, trying to blow my fuse So many shadows in my yard that I feel abused (gong sound) I'm hearing voices
please don't stop this (Jamie Madrox) I was dreaming when I wrote this I don't remember much A little drugs, few women Vampires and such Hot sex in a tub of blood Feel
an arcade, the fact From a ecclesiastic kid who was afraid to be black Imagine that type of ghetto It still isn't settled I play Sex Pistols and listen
[Next] Whoahhh yes (Next) Honey yes yes (Big Pun) [Intro/Chorus: Big Pun and Next] (Sex) Sex money and drugs (Money) Where I rest it's all about
[Next] Whoahhh yes (Next) Honey yes yes (Big Pun) Intro/Chorus: Big Pun and Next (Sex) Sex money and drugs (Money) Where I rest it's all about
brain's working circle jerking, rocking riddles Sex pistol, sexperts acting uncivil Why can't you see? I cannot feel till you bring me down Till you
middle of the night Just hey I'm headin' out West in search of faith in search of faith And the pain stops when the rain drops its like sex 'n Feelin
we are baby Blockstars chek it out ,ey now them mad rims pokin out like fake breasts, muscle on the barrle fucking nigge's not dem same sex Its superstars