color Whatever they thought was the reason to do it For every one of those fuckin' police I'd like to take a pig out here in this parkin' lot And shoot
color, whatever they thought was the reason to do it, For every one of those fuckin' police, I'd like to take a pig out here in this parkin' lot, and
don't know what ya dealin with I can call bluffs and count cards Dealin with a sane man Tremaine rainman Workin out all the potholes out my gameplan Its a lot
comin' from my enemies While I'm sippin' on Re-mi In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam Ninety-six big body, sittin' on chrome As we head up out
I'm sippin on Re-mi in front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome As we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on You
Wash the chalk marks from the ground Saturday night, shots ring out Add one to the body count You come alive to see another's end Plead it to a lesser count
black ink blur of a rained-on print-out. i wake up dumbly and stroll through the police line-up of my daily selves; and in the body count of a new day
grow like crops Desert boot clarks wit no socks Parking space killer stay out my lot You hear my voice, you see my face, you know my name I take it out
give a shit. Now move it out. They say that life is tit for tat And that's the way I live So, I deserve a lot of tat For what I've got to give Don't
we got? The General says, we never miss a shot And we never ever ever keep a body count We killin' so efficiently we can?t keep count In the Afghan
bodies in a perfect way. But I, I saw you reeling in a parking lot, I, I saw you rallying round a parking lot, Line up for the comfort and
realest don't know what ya dealin I can call bluffs and count cards Dealin with a sane man Jermaine rainman Workin out all the potholes out my gameplan Its a lot
the chalk marks from the ground. saturday night, shots ring out, add one to the body count. you come alive to see another's end. plead it to a lesser count
become so forgetful that all of this melts away i will burn all the calanders that counted the years down to such a worthless day as we walked across the parking lot
sippin on Re-mi in front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome As we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on You
so forgetful that all of this melts away i will burn all the calanders that counted the years down to such a worthless day as we walked across the parking lot
young prodigy who had flows to spark Surrounded by killers, thieves, pimps, hoes and narcs Dead bodies in the allies, back roads and parks My life counted out
