Nate Dizzle, Fred Rizzle Put the pieces to the pizzle All the ladies who like sex like I do Come up to my room, I'm gon' give it to you All my homies
As I stand in the Shower Singing Opera and such Pondering the possibility that I Pull the pud too much There's a scent that fills the air Is it flatus
There's gotta be a song left to sing 'Cause everybody can't have thought of everything One little song that ain't been sung One little rag that ain't
When the days start gettin' warmer And the sun starts sinkin' slower Weekends go by faster and beer starts tasting colder Wanna tune into a station
Yo, this is how I'm comin' for the nine deuce Another fat, fat track So Rhythm D, pour the orange juice And let's relax while sippin' on yak Because it
I've been tryin to write a song about you I've been trying here but no such luck And I've been tryin to write that describes just how much I need you
I fell from my rope My vision is cloudy The outlook is lousy I hope I find the strength to go on I fall to my knees To look for an answer Find out what
There's a girl that you might know She's a friend at least I tell you so But it might surprise you to find There's something going on behind the door
Contrary to popular opinion The very best things in life are for free Through a practice that I call donation I get the things I want quite easily I got
Critical eyes are gazing Fat cows are grazing My eyes are glazing How can you see straight with all the lies I'm too young You think you're old Why don
Hey there little man Get out of my fryin' pan I got bigger fish to fry than you It's high time you listen to me I choose my battles carefully So get out
Be swift make noise No nonsense makes no sense at all Forget what you don't know You said it I heard it I even listened I finally learned Sharing and
Clock in you're at work but you're not working so hard Checking messages ten times a day ensuring you're not bored Talking on someone else's dime Put
Can't escape a past That wasn't ever lived All beginnings ended Come back to start again And the people seem to falter As they watch you fall asunder
Breeze of the black night blows Orange light on the white porch glows Dried up mucus in my nose That's how come I know Falling leaves hit the ground
Crush me down An aluminum can Poke me with a fork and half baked yam Toss me in the frying pan I would never bite the hand If I could be sure the hand
The hammock that's swinging Is bringing the good life perspective Sipping canned air in the shade of an apartment that's built to break Did you forget
Cat in the upstairs window Staring down at me Life seems to have a purpose When you're wandering aimlessly In the meantime What am I missing I'm missing
