Malley's Said, "O'Malley I have a thirst" O'Malley merely smiled at me Said, "You wouldn't be the first" I knocked on the bar and pointed To a bottle on
Take your soapbox rants and your politics Stick them where the sun don't shine Won't solicit your advice You're on the red carpet Espousing your opinions
The way I be flowin' is sick-sick-sick Ice rope glowin', focus on the wrist, it takes More than that to get close to dis Straight hits on me with my
York (2x) Is you watchin Whats on my motherfuckin neck nigga Li-li-live from New York (2x) Live from New York Yo Yo All white bolon The allie pulled on
clip, shoot up her fat lips And round butt, catch Heat when I'm In Too Deep The answer beeps, she take dives on the busiest streets Whatever situation
Ebony, oh I can?t forget India Ecstasy, sparkle, fantasia, Francis Sunshine, Vanessa, precious Haitian Madonna, you?re so precious girl Don?t let yourself go dirty Hey girl, the party?s on
I shatter dreams like Jordan Assault and batter your team Your squadron'll be barred from rap Like Adam & Eve from the garden I'm carvin' my initials on
in every curl. with her forked tongue and those ash colored eyes get you down on the naked and sore first you shiver then you die cut your fingers on
'malley's Said, o'malley I have a thirst O'malley merely smiled at me Said you wouldn't be the first I knocked on the bar and pointed To a bottle on the
none of my baby mama's With my hottie, takin' shots of Saki at Benihana's Known to kick it like we riches, like Guy Ritchie and Madonna Or either Will and Jada, on
happy by her nights on the tiles She says it's his body, but she's after his files So get back on to the street She should get into her head She should
disregard But once they allow a bit on the side To move to the center where she's not qualified We are forced be on our guard She should get into
my eyes I walk the streets where disrespect has been The sins of politics, the politics of sin The heartlessness that darkens my soul On Christmas Red and silver on
On and on and on and on The list goes on and on and on and on The list goes on and on and on and on The list goes on and on and on and on It's all
cheese Pipe on death row, they told on Pete They the reason that pistol ain't on the street Chris Portello, yeah he used to fuck with Madonna The south
the night, ooh hoo, rockin' Rockin' into the night Rockin' into the night, yeah Out on the back street Taking love where I can I found a sweet Madonna