, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck As I commence to wreck Eject another clip and drip sweat Face of danger, increasin' anger Point blank, I smoke
cracka at ya front door naked Begging for money, acting like he know ya Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll show ya Catch ya at point blank range
cracka at ya front door naked Begging for money, acting like he know ya Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll show ya Catch ya at point blank
switch monkey style, flying horsemen Crab leg, walk on top of rappers, then I cross men I be the Silver Surfer, glidin' with a fly leather Wig, gold
Hair blowing in the hot wind Time hanging from a clothespin There's no sorrow that the sun's not gonna heal Smell the leather of your new car Drive through
when you lay on his leather bed He knows, you know, he knows, you know He knows, you know, but he's got problems Blank eyes, purple fever streaming
you Scratched in scrimshaw tusk and tooth Tattoo tattoo Some things fade some never do These lines of love to you Tattoo tattoo The verse of life is blank
deep Through cazelley's she peeks Her name is Mary Pong and she's got it going on Swap meet weave, with the swap meet thongs Leather miniskirt with
lay on his leather bed He knows, you know He knows, you know He knows, you know But he's got problems Blank eyes, purple fever, streaming through the
What's your alias? Mister! What's your thing? I'm a made man nigga! Nigga what'd you say? Mister hang with real thugs mister's real blood Mister don't shoot blanks
Push the old school Caddy with the diamond in the back I'ma get the candy paint just because I know you can't Pussy, pussy, pussy, your life is blank
watch all angels parade in black uniforms Now our hearts beat on The black is back in the deep I see a million of nations In blank and hot leather Puppets
know the Hill Street blues Make my people wanna flip, and fade they clips to eat See we wit nothing to prove have nothing 2 lose Never let a chump step on your black leather
soaked hand shiftin' A little plastic skull And on the arm a blue tattoo that read "I'm a son of a bitch" A map open on the front seat Leather black
5th in the Holst Scum bag it's them D-Block boys, Daddy kissin' the ghost Comin' through like 'The Matrix' in the A-6 Triple black leather, six-speed
If I wanted to believe you, I guess I could And if I wanted to understand you, I guess I would But my days would go blank and I'd be freezing naked 'Cuz
(new shit) Fox Boogie '97 (Fox) Yeah (uh yeah) Funkmaster Flex (yeah) Yeah Brook-lyn yo Verse One: Pretty Boy 20 foot celeings with that rough leather
road that Stalin built next On the roads of Germany On the roads of Germany These are the roads of the 20th century And there's blood and steel and leather
