Tekster:
Fiend Want It All

, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all And I call it like I see it and my glasses on But most y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is

floor Everything remains the same, might spit-talk to it Then "Change The Game", might Crip-Walk to it But never Harlem shake it, Harlem make it, Harlem break it

We did it and we did it And we did it like this Did it and we did it And we did it like this Did it and we did it And we did it like this Did it and

a few thourough men from B-More They sellin heroin in Maryland reverse back to Diesel Killed like 4 fiends his popularity grew that only meant more cream First it

Zay control the symphony No twistin it she swichin it but she not all promiscuous Its obvious she's marvelous and wants to be a part of this

but them boys want the money man Hot damn, when the white hit the pan it Twists and it tumbles it, flips and the fumbles I mix it like Gumbo, I pitch it

me fiend, give it to me I want it all, know what I mean Your love is a dose of ecstasy Addicted, I can't get away from you Afflicted, I need it, I'm

This is hip hop It go clip pop It hit em if ya hit me Da clip pop it popped and it don't stop Papa said we bang bang boogie We get em oh goodie Keep

diesel have fiends in the spot on the floor for days? Why you screamin' like it's slug, it's only the hawk? Why my buzz in L.A. ain't like it is in New