your eyes Your future fades, your minutes are few When the angels make contact with you I've seen the future isn't pretty Killer instinct, love a surprise Make
From the gutter, from the street From my soul to the mic to the essence So in my absence you feel the presence, exactly I make contact for sure the emcee
'Cause you trust her through thick and thin You missed it when, she was gettin' live offa fifth of Gin Get rammed in by me, while she lick my friends When
'Cuz you trust her through thick and thin You missed it when, she was gettin' live offa fifth of Gin Get rammed in by me, while she lick my friends When
and I don't wanna do anything else but make moms proud Throw karats at your finger, trip down the isle Forget playin' house, ma, let's make a child Now
tonight, shake your booty make contact DJ kick down like Grand Master Flash And Chrissy smoked up all of Jack Tripper's hash Where Bosley sneaks a peak as the angels
he offers security It's like a trap that I'm sinking into I wake up sweaty when I'm sleepin' 'cause I'm thinking of you Then we make eye contact and
time, But im with you even if I don't cross your mind. When you pour out liquor, im catchin the Cognac, When you pull out a spliff im catchin the contact
winning at poker and playing the Joker And he always cheats when he deals (repeat chorus) (Rodney's rap) Hello, let me introduce meself! My name is Rodney. I'm immensely strong. When
the docks, reality I wake up to Feels like I woked up to a cloud filled room with angel dust It's just the Stress, frust, make me wanna bust Make me
run out of artillery While you trying to make all net like Iver-son or Jor-don I'm extor-tin trying to make all net like Forbes to make a for-tune Stick
out of artillery While you trying to make all net like Iver-son or Jor-don I'm extor-tin trying to make all net like Forbes to make a for-tune Stick that
off your hands like thumb cuffs What a bar angel Bi for a Sexy Second, Lovely Give her a month and Hide Heckles Jackal And she makes Hitler look
your pleasure center. You with the touch of an angel, What a sweet disguise. There?s a demon inside my soul, Telling me that it?s time to let go. When I contact
when I hold mics, everytime Got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what? They so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice Lit it up when I blow
" Biggest target in the whole goddamn Kennedy family Nobody takes a shot on me, he weighs about seven thousand pounds You could shoot a bullet in Los Angeles
when your friends come around Shes the kinda ho that'll make you cry The kinda ho you have to call before you come by So why do you wanna kill when she
ice when I hold mics, everytime Got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what? They so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice Lit it up when I
