even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin' the violin behind you
't even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin' the violin behind you
on the grind You slip, we out grind you Walk around mad You let your anger blind you We walk around just playin the violin behind you Enough with all
ABC of growing up There, there baby, it's just textbook stuff It's in the ABC of growing up [XV - Verse 1] Yeah, three women raised me Famous footwear paid me
you [chorus] So come with me, come through and lead them through for you and you Come with me, everybody it's the bdb You can follow me, follow me,
much When you try to save yourself And I hope you don't, I want too much In dreams I fly above the barn With goats and violins, I want too much The palest girl raises
find you We stay on the grind you slip we out grind you You walk around mad you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin the violin behind
me You?ll see why the niggas love me She might be the type to let you run all over her But that?s just not that way I do Believe me if I let you get
you inside of a coma hyphen dot dot semi-colon leave you semi swollen question mark you pregnant Oh you not? I love you period To sum it up, language
way that I do Believe me if I let you get a sniff of the whiff You gon? do things the way that I do Better see what the hits you give before you try
Frank zappa (bass, lead vocals, guitar) George duke (keyboards, background vocals) Don "sugar cane" harris (violin) Jean-luc ponty (violin)
like him middle school fightin' Any nigga with a chip on his shoulder, whattup nigga? You want beef with me? Now I let the heat speak for me No more
on the grind you slip we out grind you You walk around mad you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin the violin behind you Enough with all
even find you We stay on the grind you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin the violin behind you
like him, middle school fightin Any nigga with a chip on his shoulder, whattup nigga? You want beef with me? Now I let the heat speak for me No more
has the ladder's got you down, you need a surefire ticket to the top? Just organize a quick farewell Your family's now your clientele We'll meet you on the Up
You want me to hit you back soon as I get done? Alright one "Get on up" "Get into it" [x8] [Apathy:] Many moons ago before the boozin' hoes Before you
