Tekster:
All Bubble Gum

Warm, and sweet and soft and pink Or so I was led to believe The good things went from bad to worst Every bubble has to burst It seemed so sweet before

guns start to run shit Coming from the streets, gum on long dick Get strong-armed for baggage, it's tragic, some Vietnam shit Flat-lining all you cats

you The mink rockin' Benz coppin' keep the bottles poppin' It's the real hip hop mami check the facts I'm sick of all you acts with your bubble gum

Uh huh, yeah, aw, man I got a sweet tooth, can you dig it? After this one you gon' need a root canal I love sugar all of it This one for all the nice

taffy Dat laffy taffy Girl shake dat laffy taffy Dat laffy taffy Dat laffy taffy (Candy girl) Dat laffy taffy I'm lookin' fa Mrs. Bubble Gum I'm Mr

cries while the other one sings Walk around like everybody owes you something Take what you got, thank G_d for all that life brings The poor man has it all

' a deer You don't really know when trouble come When you open your door and somebody In yo, house chewin' bubble gum With double guns, cocked in each

, nigga get the fuck up out of here Can't hold one so you can't hold your tongue Nigga lips smackin' like she chew bubble gum Tell her where I been, what

pocket, the rental was stolen, tapping pockets On the local drug dealers, just to see what they holding I know, niggaz with crack viles stuck to they colon The acid, done bubbled