know its time It's time to go home It's time to go home It's time to go home It's time to go home And I say, you whoooo you whoooo who who who, you
I will bake some bread for you If you are worried I will hold your head for you If you can't sleep at night I will screen your dreams for you And
I know its time It's time to go home It's time to go home It's time to go home It's time to go home And I say, you whoooo you whoooo who who who, you
the window and then she said that I wasn't her type... I think she's runnin outa types though...and I told her so. She picked up her things and walked
manhood is so elusive and respect is so exclusive and I gotta daddy to prove, that some people never get to shake it and move. (chorus) And He knew
the buses and the people all keep movin' along to the shopkeeper I say "was'sup?" and I'm thinkin' about the man who's holdin' up the cup I pay for all the stuff and
peace! we can make love and conquer that disease because nothing in the world is impossible tome I can swim on dry land and run upon the sea and nothing
away when I drop my head in my hands and play the memory of that might in L.A. again and again and again because I can't think straight and I can't sleep
you see me on the mountain? Of course you can! Can you see me in the ocean? Of course you can! I'm just splishin' and splashin' and jumpin' in the sand
get the beat bumpin and then start to mingle (chorus) Every woman every man wanna move dem feet every woman every man love a Spearhead beat! Every brother and
middle we got hot wax and it cookin' on the griddle Got the guitar strummin' the drummer drummin' the people all hummin' and the vibe was lovin' on and on and
the needle off the record and shove it in my arm whenever I feel life is comin' on too strong they left me in a clinic fulla cynical motha fuckin' bureaucrats and
first time the NBA was in the 'lympics players from the east/ players from the west And you can bet that they took the very best ("Except they left Tim Hardaway at home
sexy/ when it's on the kitchen stove (chorus) Red beans and rice, red beans and rice, red beans and rice, make everything nice red beans and rice, red beans and rice, red beans and
they, who they slept with I think about life and immortality what's the first thing I do if I'm H.I.V have a cry and tell my mother get on the phone and
'll always be my friend My friend There's no point in hiding Or sweeping it under the rug Cause when you?re down and dirty The rain wash down from above And I told you And