it from me, You'll learn to see it over time. Get wasted on love, get wasted on life, Get wasted on anything that's right. Get wasted, get wasted, get wasted, Get wasted
the bass No time to waste just dog the place R-R-R-Rocket like a missile in space Evil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil case We fly T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.A To
the driver Known to give freaks hell Had a beeper goin' off like a high school bell Looked in the mirror what did we see ? Fuckin' blue lights L.A. P
P.D You made me,now your kids rave me I rap about the life that the city streets gave me Murder,intrigue,somebody must bleed Miami Vice is small time,L
Yeah, U T P nigga, come on K L C nigga, come on, holla I done tightened up on my G dog Wacko outcher flippin' these hoes like see saws Ya man trippin
my bitches went out to play Fuck 'em 'cause I ain't sweatin' 'em either Hoes is jockin' me, I don't need 'em There's no time to waste chasin' a pretty
Yo, if gon' sleep on somethin', might as well be a bed And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a head 'Cause if you targetin' the L.O.X. You might
waste your time But baby, won't you stay around with me? And let my love, let my love and let my love Light the tip of the L, this heavyweight rap tipping
Yeah! Come on! What it is? It's the P-L-A -N-E-T R-O-C-K Kweli, B-K S E-L A- V I You could tell I be Hell a free like college radio W Q H T gonna play
at this niggaz longevity, to make a big play But then it might be a mistake 'Cuz if I get sent to D C, I'm sendin' dice to DE With three P's, so when
bags, come save dat ass Who wanna get broke the fuck up? Tell me Freakin' vocabulary like Chinese and spelling bees T-P-E-L-K held to reflect a device
From southwest Detroit Deep within Zug Island's industrial waste depository It's Shaggy time Hey, how ya' doin' down there? On top, I see ya, alright
makes ya feel it Those who don't wanna feel it need to kill it Knows that I can giddy go when it's time to get On the M I C H R O P H O N E, it's me
(Chorus) That's the sound of a madman workin' on the chain Chain gang That's the sound of a madman workin' on the chain Chain gang (L-Burna) Mama
Pele And prosecute like the muthafuckin' D.A. I'm rollin' a small coupe drop through the hood of G's And hittin' the chips on the undercover P I G's
Do you wanna fuck? P-P G-G do you wanna fuck? L-L T-T do you wanna fuck? P-P G-G do you wanna fuck? L-L T-T Verse 1: Lord Tariq Yo, low profile, I creeps
-pick bloodied up ya whole entire shit Live shit 1-9-9-6, ask your bitch My crew run wild, snatch chains and bracelets Your time's wasted for figurin' P
