Driving Bentley's, burning money, I'm yearnin' money Taking your, I'm earning money Yet you call me a thief I call me a broke trying to eat On this earth
ready for the jump off? I'm in a traffic jam with the punk ass cops behind me In a raid van understand I got a demon in my trunk And it's face change
near ya This devilish bitch is so succulent Taking a piece of my soul every time that I bust a nut She's like a succubus, a nymphomaniac laying me back On a
me head Can I bring a couple of my closest friends, get a telly Play some music prolly, throw you some mens? Oh, you wanna keep me all to myself You wanna come a
acts relentless brutal when attack A hundred times, more power, poundin' media shower I confront you, wise man, or spring off like Geechie Dan In a land
like, you rappin' the street You ain't a gangsta, you a bitch with a beat So it's time to make role call, then expose y'all Adam and Eve shocked in the
, it was a normal day Well, I rung me fallout shelter bell And I leaned my head and I gave a yell "Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man" Shotgun fired
If he can't grasp a hold, tell me how can he try to snatch me I ain't talking about the white man, the black man or a Jew man 'Cause the devil can exist
buy a Sabrett When I seen this girl I could never forget Now, I like nothing better than a pretty-girl smile And I haven't seen a smile that pretty in a
my man Born and bred in Brooklyn, the U.S.A. They call me Adam Yauch, but I'm MCA Like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon I sip the def ale with all
with stress and strife But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day Come what may I'm fishing
So What My Man, The King ADRock Gettin' Funky With The Rhymin That Just Don't Stop Say, Adam Adam Adam Adam Adam Get Down Get Down Just Show You're Adam Abuda Abuda Abuda A
that we ain't playin' 4 5 with the beam, man A shot will would put a top back like a sardine can I can't stop won't stop servin' these fiends, man You
'm sitting around like a bump on a log Draggin my feet waiting for your call Mama called me about a quarter to nine (Can't answer) Didn't answer her call
Mars and women are from Venus I'm going to Venus Women want a man ain't afraid to commit Take 'em out to dinner it's a candle lit So I'm giving in
the fields 'Till old man Smith would call the cops He'd come running out with a shotgun 'Cause we were running down his crops Somebody said they saw some boys With a