"Don't look, don't look," the shadows breathe Whispering me away from you Don't wake at night to watch her sleep You know that you will always lose This
don?t or you will or won?t ya Go downtown and eat it like a vulture See my hips and my tips, don?t ya See my a** and my lips, don?t ya Lost a few pounds
haters be hatin they don wanna see me happy, happy, happy, they don wanna see me happy, happy, happy they just wanna see me down, down, down they just wanna see me down, down, down
the easy way out You've got to give it up, turn around Walk away, don't look down You've got to give it up, turn around Walk away, don't look down You
Chain's so sick I don't need a piece for it I can hear the streets talking, I dare you to reach for it I'm strapped if you look closely you can see the
So, baby let's take it slowly, ya, ya Don't you come around telling bedtime stories Don't come around telling me those bedtime stories Wanna hear your voice before I close my eyes
are bet I'm just gonna lie here and close my eyes Ah, what should we do? Now it's spreading its thighs You'll be heroes in my planet, but why us three
can take my word I won't apologize, that's just absurd Mainly your fault for the way that you dance And now I jizz in my pants Don't tell your friends
got a little too close to the microwave And then much to my surprise They grew to forty thousand times their original size They started mutatin' right before my eyes, oh my
8. Evolution Turning © Vigoda 1993 I don't want to talk about the future My mind is overflowing right here, right now And I have had enough surprises for awhile Close your eyes
cloud is closing down, been invited to a party at my homies house Got my crew and rolled out Called my girl on my celly before I hopped into my V No answer
my shirt, I got a life I'm tatted so when I die you can see what's deep my eyes Trues ride but trues die, my nigga, don't cry I shedded my last tear
Hug my wife my sons my daughter, ain't no more reason to even bother Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang
don't hide the glock Real niggas don't stop pop pop put him in the mud nigga and your body rot Top closing down on your caskets wanna make these bastards
don't hide the glock Real niggas don't stop pop, pop Put him in the mud nigga and your body rot Top closing down on your caskets Wanna make these bastards
and I'm a fill 'em with eleven of mine and one die. Is he ready to lie if I decide, lookin' at my killin's in his eyes and boom to go bye, I'm gonna
we lose the will to win and wonder why Dmg: Open my hands like a book Years and years me and my notebook I take a close look Peep it dread see myself
