This is a stickup baby! I?ve seen more places in the last year than I thought I would see in my whole life, and I?m only passing by for a night. I?m not
Boom shack-a-lak-a-lak-a, I got a hand that'll rock ya cradle Cream you like cheese, spread you on my bagle My Ford Explorer boomin' with the clumped-up
sticks like Toto I keep it realer than alien autopsy photo You similar to a Spice Girl goin' solo You lost like Bebe, or a dog named Toto My statue of liberty is
sky My stomach is growlin', word is born 'Cause all I had for dinner was a can-o-corn A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn All I had for dinner was a can-o-corn
My stomach is growlin,word is born Cos all I had for dinner was a can-o-corn BRIDGE A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn All I had for dinner was a can-o-corn
like a red leather mask I've been through the storm, future, present and past Light as a feather, swift as a cat Cold as a rock, you know not what you
sky My stomach is growlin,word is born Cos all I had for dinner was a can-o-corn BRIDGE A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn All I had for dinner was a can-o-corn
Word up, sometimes I swear to GOD I think I'm a nut The type to walk into a room full of diesel niggaz and scream "WHAT??!!" Smoke a L, drink a Stout
