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ootie Brown:

Let me freak the funk,
obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells
I jet propel at a rate that complice their mental state
as I invade their masquerade
they couldn't fade with a clipper blade
10 years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it

Little Sally Walker, sittin' in a saucer
Oh, how I tossed that ass up
Like a mission in the woods
Woody woodpecker would if he could

But I didn't want to pass it up
To the next man had my walkman bumpin' on
The fifty yard line and my adrenaline pumpin'

[I dedicate this to buddah...this is our song dedicated to
smokin' weed, 'cause we smoke lots of mad weed all the
time...mad mad mad...so Tre, Tre since we smoke a lot of
mad weed...you got what you want coppenhagen,
give the people buddah...indoe gentlemen...a lovely yell oh
that old boy...you must love the buddah...listen man your
mother's (weed beat) is hip-hop...you gotta (scrosho
bard)...man]

No man is safe from (pain)

Broken arm, broken heart, shattered dreams
Tongue piercings lost at rates
Punched in the face by the local thug
Bent over, caught the stomach flu bug
While hitting it from the back burnt your knee on the rug
Last hug from the homie

Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag
When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag
With an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss
Always got mad when the class was dismissed
But when it was in session, I always had a question
I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk and
help me with my problem, it was never much
Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch

Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag
When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag
With an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss
Always got mad when the class was dismissed
But when it was in session, I always had a question
I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk and
help me with my problem, it was never much
Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch

Can't keep runnin' away.....

Verse One: Fat Lip

I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk
and a chump or a sucka or something to that effect
Respect I usedto never get when all I got was upset
when niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried

Can't keep runnin' away.....

Verse One: Fat Lip

I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk
and a chump or a sucka or something to that effect
Respect I usedto never get when all I got was upset
when niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried

(Slim Kid3)
I guess everybody needs somebody to love you can't
Leave love lonely cause being naive to it you can just
Lose it like that See kisses for bruises don't make it
Heal back it be'z the sex appeal that's from the next
And not necessarily the sex and one might appeal to
The intellect having a greater affect on how they feelin'
Stimulation breakin down their shields for the real and