tink twice to shot yuh Don?t mek dem spot yuh, unless yuh carry guns aloit A bare tuff tings come at yuh When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block off traffic
heard your good message, deaf, dumb and blind Speak harsh to my children, impatient with my lover And that man on the street, he cut me off in traffic
like a cowgirl's dream Why'd you come in here looking like that Here comes my baby draggin' my heart behind He's drivin' me crazy who says love is blind
making a sound at one hundred miles per hour, except for maybe a hiss but that's it, the buck 65 covers more ground than forests, the only man known
See we got boppers in Texas oh, man that pussy look good So, I let them hoes ride and I show them a grip But she blinded by the candy she can't see I
that line Hoping that their viciousness will boost traffic on their site Like that kid who asked me if I knew I couldn't sing That's like asking a blind man
the village Where the skittish pigeons molt Bastard poacher gasped With the pigeon with Lazerus Billy goat whiskers He rose to see salt in the open blisters but Blind
to shot you Don't make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too A bare tuff things come at you When Trenchtown man stop laugh and lock-off traffic
Don't make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too A bare tuff tings come at you When Trench Town man stop laugh and block off traffic Then dem
The road blinds a white man We don't want to walk on the pavement Paint on your canvas, see the colours blow the critics moan Paint on your canvas, lose
Change is long overdue, Mary, something's gotta give, Big Boi You can trot around the planet or watch it on the news Sombody's getting shot, the weather man
I have so much and be so blind But at least for a bright and shining moment I had you and the world was mine Sometimes a man can't see When he has it
It never rained, the sun was always shining Every traffic light was always green There was a time when every door was open The universe was mine..or so
Reaves, as she rolls in bamboo leaves I think a way to ship off these piano keys Since the traffic in a gangsta lean You make a nigga have a gangsta
small You know, if it wasn't so I wouldn't be here at all What you see, is what I am I will always be, an honest man Lost in the blind stupidity of
, figure that But you still can't see with a thousand watt beam, blind And you need mo' gin to feed your triple beam with schemes, wake up 'Cause traffic
idea, what time it is Delightfully confusing The trees outside, the morning light Arrives, like pirates on parade Surprise, it's pirates on parade A ray of light, between the blinds