about making a change You got me thinkin' the same Think about making a change Thing about making a change Hey, won't you tell me what's on your mind Coast to coast, a
And if the brain splatters, don't matter, that's what we practice Blast the rocket, knock off your leg Tear through your forearm Sit you in a chair, make
'm sir too $hort, I don't stop I love a bitch for a blow job I just laugh, over and over When a bitch drinks sperm like it's a soda A nigger be aiming
ba-ba? Take a night-night? Nan-a-boo, goo-goo ga-ga? Her make goo-goo ca-ca? Da-da change your dia-dee Clean the baby up so her can take a nighty-nighty
't no thang Rapper dies of AIDS but you hardly mention Rocker blows his face off and becomes a legend Heroin and a shot gun and a hero was made Maybe
I'm a base head down on my luck Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack Truck And thrown about a block But I'm thinking nothing but gimme a rock Holding
best thing comin' out this year To rock you to tril and that's the scrill But for now Just break it down Make ya trunk bobble with that extra bounce Make
can settle down in Mexico Runaway join a circus show Whatever, baby it's alright with me Take a walk in the pouring rain Sky dive from a jet airplane
wanna ba-ba Take a night-night? Nan-a-boo, goo-goo ga-ga? Her make goo-goo ca-ca, da-da change your dia-dee Clean the baby up so her can take a nighty
You were more than just a bunch of rowdy friends of mine You made leaving home Not as hard to bare Yeah we swore we'd stick together Till we were in rocking chairs
it down if you need time cause I'm reclining in a chair. I be chillin' on my freetime. With no sparetime. Got any spare change for arcade games I'm playin on a
say "No" You used to talk that kinky shit up in my ears And you would buy me pink pretty underwear And I would moan 'cause you would make me feel nice And you would make
Trickin at the shark bar, God Make sure the collar greens got turkey bars par, we got you Allah Rare start grappin the hair, playin Cuban Linx Spinnin like the swivel chair
much dough you tryin' to get A-1 with 9 'O's' nigga, plenty of chips A house so sick you need a shot, just to get in Buttery suede color, every chair
You can settle down in Mexico Runaway join a circus show Whatever, baby it's alright with me Take a walk in the pouring rain Sky dive from a jet airplane
wit a bullet and pit named black It's the best that ever did it on a Pete Rock track Aye yo, two cool cats who reclaim the name Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth
go strait through your moms rockin' chair, through her back and it ain't stopin' there! [chorus - 2x] bounce my niggaz.. c'mon sheek and s.p., rock, rock
