Tekster:
Mark Robin

crack a forty ounce Watch the ants, mouses bounces Yeah yeah Chorus: (x4) I bring the ruckus straight from the sideline The year two-thousand Verse two: Daisy dukes with stretch marks

pussy finna get fucked, its like tha nigga [Money Mark] Slip-n-Slide til I die ass nigga Pull a nigga hoe in tha fly ass Jetta And fuck on anotha Stay smoked out, Money Mark

found my song He found his song If he could just find Mimi I tried you know I tried Fade in on mark Who's still in the dark But he's got great footage

over the rainbow I write rhymes that jam more than jelly So call me the arthur without the fonzarelli, or nelly Cause I am so bad when it comes to a rap jam Even robins

I hear the bluebirds singing I hear the robins too I hear the church bells ringing but I don't hear you I see little things marked his and hers a constant

know I tried MARK Fade in on Mark Who's still in the dark ROGER But he's got great footage MARK Which he's cut together ROGER To screen tonight MARK

Mark hammond/robin scoffield It's the way of the world of you and me Who she is Who I am,how we move I just sit and watch the frenzy I can't catch my

. Sheri was a feminist, she really had that gift of gab. Kathleen's point of view was this, "Take whatever you can grab." [humming] Seattle was another girl who left her mark

Robin Hood is breaking up his merry men Stockli is changing up the story end Jumping over tables to get close to her That's not the sign of a philosopher