wasn't for the good Lord and the man If it wasn't for the good Lord and the man Well, I'm the grandson of a soldier And I'd fight the whole world over
m rich, I own Ebony and Essence And Essence say I'm strong cause with the pen I've been a Bad Boy A sad boy, I call your girl 13 cause she's good Should
bed Ask Common, I did your momma, nah I took it easy Of hard hail, on a scale from 1 to 10 I'm rich, I own Ebony and Essence And Essence say I'm strong
Lord and the law and the workin? man We could use a little peace and satisfaction Some good people up front to take the lead A little less talk and
got money in your pocket and there's plenty more o' that - I got wealthy friends an' fam'ly, and a wife who's dumb and fat - I got rich folks out in
, I bomb ya chest like Kuwait You dead weight, and I'm about to shut down ya gates Forgive me Lord, I'm on the take, give me a brake I shake and bake, and
shed spread Cracked shorty head Left sweetie there for dead Ghetto poodles Fingers sticky from cheese doodles Starving' for a 50 cent bag of Oodles and Noodles Neighborhood sick wit' it Clinton 'bout to cut WIC Maybe one ya'll rich
rise up) Thank U L.A., good night Los Angeles, put your hands 2gether 4 Renato Neto on keyboards Rhonda Smith on the bass And the man, John Blackwell on the drums And
(rise up) Thank U L.A., good night Los Angeles, put your hands 2gether 4 Renato Neto on keyboards Rhonda Smith on the bass And the man, John Blackwell on the drums And
rapper of the yo, yo, yo man like Tom and Dick's mothers Might be ??? ugly, but I'm ?Mister Lover Lover? [Black A&R:] Man, that shit is corny, man. Ok
bomb ya chest like Kuwait You dead weight, and I'm about to shut down ya gates Forgive me Lord, I'm on the take, give me a brake I shake and bake, and
