here let my touch on you I let you touch on me Put my tounge on you you put your tounge on me Let me ride on you and you can ride on We can do it all
bedrock on the bed of rocks I could never get bored I write about Hugsley vs Wibble Force, fuck writin killer chorus Copenhaven curriculum of metaphors Everything from Bob Marley
brought the on' what is asked in the blunts Roll up some Bob Marley joints some skunk datz tight And Nate got a hundred piece, so we piece so properly on
right mental stylee Keep me head above the water, they walking improper Watch you children, they must be moron brotha First glance sight, they got to be shotta Respect the icons, they are the trensetter Bob Marley
my, soul, glow! That's what I'm on From prom date rape to the back break of gloria estefan I'm making moves like a stick pinnochio, no strings on me
on your radio station 'cause beats like these bang the underground nation Joints keep blazin constantly rotatin God damn i got some worn out shit Forever circulating on
deeper than a crater Of course, Polo's the boss of the crossfader The rage is on, my rhymes are airborne Stage is torn to wreck, my murdering gear's on Moving
drinkin', talkin' loud, cussin' up an' showin' out On the phone, call the cops, pick 'em up, move 'em out An' it's all too common to start wildin' I'm a pirate on
murderers move with" -- Nas Uhh, Music to Driveby I puff the Black & Mild, crusin on a Harley -- flickin ashes Givin crazy baldheads the finger like Bob Marley
, red or the black card on her Lit up my cigars sit back and let it throb on her She love to shop so threw a little not IPod Bob Marley Red M3 drop uhh
got me in lock down what's up to the herb man smugglin' ... now they got me in lock down shootouts to Method Man, Redman, Bob Marley 2pac keep ya head
behind em throwin up blocks They claimin they whip pots, got the streets on lock And they don't take no disrespect and keep their heats on cock And if
I remember one morning at the Soul Shack, coolin in the outback, on the songwritin ship Blizz a five, off a Bob Marley spliff On the cloud I be relaxin
let my touch on you I let you touch on me Put my tounge on you you put your tounge on me Let me ride on you and you can ride on We can do it all the night
walk around like I got a S on my chest Tech on my left, gangstaz wit me ready to step. (Jeah) I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest Not flat lookin
my taxes, frame on the lack list Hop on the mattress to get pornographic Make a move on the chick, and move on to that sis Hits, Chamillionaire he raps
drinking, talking loud, cussing up and showing out On the phone, call the cops, pick'em up, move'em out And it's all too common to start wildin I'm a pirate on
Ladies and homies all in the mix its time to chill Char-La-La brought the on' what is asked in the blunts Roll up some Bob Marley joints some skunk datz