how i how i how i how i how i learned my lesson mine is a big pink house a preacher knocking on the door with a self-righteous preacher going in but
put the doorknob on my side if you don't mind i don't care put the doorknob on my side it's self-locking give me your key i go to bed soggy and forgetful
men of flesh hitch a ride shorts and tans and greasy thighs at night drive into slimy bars and piss it out on our front yards they're looking in our
they can't go to sleep at four the car is parked outside the door scars of a knife on his arm her husband knows they're together riding with mary protection
gifts and flowers lay upon the lid of pink silk above your face tears make a river of diamonds in the dark our daddy breaks down at the funeral home
drink at the bar nothing bar anything but the bottom step of the ladder it keeps getting higher and higher dawn comes soon enough for the working class
i am the hungry wolf and run endlessly with my mate i see the gutter feed on the foolish outrun and kill the strong at daybreak i roam awake to who follows
with nails to wood smoke in one hand looking for a drink drink in the other hand pointing out midnight at my desk as you're sleepng as the big deal of
finish (take that) Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin him (Black
bitches running out of time Got my shades on, I aint waiting in the line Whatever it is I'm on some better shit All black barreta shit Leather coat, leather
iris cut down the glare Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure My clan a make me rhyme like d. banner under pressure No surprise,
(BIG: Music's gettin louder) Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby (BIG: This shit is hot!) Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin but choked (BIG
lux, Most recent was 50 in Angola, that?s what?s up, Any rapper could touched, any bitch could get fucked, Under the California sun, impalas and big
gold thangs cop a burn and turn it over like a flapjack mo money mo money for black market on the black market, yeah x4 creepin
you stayed lately The black cat affair A broken mirror Two steps up under the ladder would bring me near her To good luck that fucking with you You make the sun
You've been wettin us up from day one We ain't never see a high point, how come Black Rain, Black Rain comes under the sun Oh Black Rain, Black Rain,
big butt Swine, I strut on the sidewalk and don't touch the line Escalate never decline I'm gonna get mine, don't try to take mine No my kneecaps ain't blacker