, it's all I wanna be I realise I'm nowhere near it It's all I wanna be but I still grab my chance It's all I wanna see I see the gap but I won't clear
I turned around I thought I was dreamin, I saw four women Dressed in red leather, tight to their booties I gestured with my index finger: come here, cuties I
I'd be like... If I was Jam Master J I'd be like... If I was a cheap clock radio I'd be like... If I was Barry White I'd be like what up ya'll I I was
me suffa for nothing I'm a depressed harrowing repressed suffering manic Screamin at anybody anyplace, Man I love people I just hate the human race And I hate all my friends cos all
all about it, read all about it, news I wanna know about the weather tomorrow I wanna know what happened today I wanna feel that I?m a part of the games That all
this Self-destructing dance that never would've ended till I Rose, I roared aloud here I will I am. I am I will So no longer Will I Lay down Lay dead
'? I wanna be dead instead That's right, I said I wanna be dead instead Now dig this: I wanna be dead In bed Please kill me 'cause that would thrill
' manhattin', Traffick pattin' Near de gay white way! I gets clammy, sayin' 'mammy' I gets chills all up my spine! I gets wistful, Wit a fistful Of ve
in slacks, nigga, I'm as fresh as that Ask Dre, ask Snoop, I'm nice I'm Cube, I'm Jacob, I put rappers on "Ice" A skee , let me ask you a question
bastard's done Be easy, I might give you a pass this once I'm Ready To Die, but I don't wanna basterd son Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm back in the
done Be easy, I might give you a pass this once I'm ready to die, but I don't want a bastard son Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm back in the hood
all in the business Asking y'all who did it, them inquiring type broads Intimidated cause I could be the misses But I'm like a little sister and I'm tired of liking y'all
I turned around I thought I was dreamin, I saw four women Dressed in red leather, tight to their booties I gestured with my index finger come here, cuties I tried to be
Geez ock, y'all can chat what y'all please Receive what I'm gonna give back to y'all please 'Cuz y'all don't really wanna get clapped with all these My
straight hop nigga, I need a answer man, u a cancer man, and I'm rockin shippers, and Switzerland, and Amsterdam; Ask Snoop Dog, he will tell you all that I'm too tall to be
for nothing I'm a depressed, harrowing, repressed suffering maniac Screamin at anybody, anyplace Man I love people I just hate the human race And I hate all my friends cos all
I'm dumbin' again 'riq geez ock, y'all can chat what y'all please Receive what I'm gonna give back to y'all please 'cuz y'all don't really wanna get
why right?" "Why?" "Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right?" "Yeah" "You know what I wanna hear right?" "Whatchu wanna hear? I wanna
