i go a son down ill crack ya hip i'm like an angel but at an angle and then i start to talk like Marlin Brando like that blow back in my croaka' sack
all that jazz And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And all that Jazz I hear that Father Dip Is gonna blow the blues And all that
't play On that days to display dismay blow away To play movie celebrities you done away like fay Chorus [ruck] Word is bon jovi, niggas don't know me Hoes blow
tatty Let me see your tattoo girl [Liffy Stokes] Hey there shorty, what you working with Let me see you pop that shit for daddy That's shining blowing
call it just drop the top We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops Whatever you call it just drop the top We rode the AC transit bus, selling joints for a dollar Smoking angel
s on the highway with that steel-drivin' crew, Papa's in the big house, his workin' days are through. Tough Mama Can I blow a little smoke on you? Dark
swat shadowboxin catchin black-eye blues I play the deef (What?!) Sensations at the Monte Barbie screamin (Cheeba!) For fillin pleasures at my castles (Blow the smoke
ghost, I realized it was the indo smoke [Verse 5: Equipto] ...(?) Your last hope is shootin' at me like the Pope I campaign the (?) to vote is unanimous Smokin
month that the enormity of this somehow could be gotten over We can keep going and we will but...) Waiting for the snow to fall a cloudy angel wept
gasses and close it back with a lit match in it while I sit back and just hope it catches Blow you to fragments Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes
run and shoot slugs We throw them back like hardballs Without the gloves No love for these fake desperados And thugs I bleed to envy Smoke and blow
too much smoke Look what's going on inside you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Angel of darkness
making the angels shutter There's sex in the city but we never claimed to love her I know you heard of us we're more murderous than Cain famous brother Living with death smoking
rings splinter venus, then leave the man in the moon wounded in operating rooms being fed by intravenus seen as off the radar, my dark laser will drop
and close it back with a lit match in it while I sit back and just hope it catches Blow you to fragments Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes Chorus