I don't think so; no, I don't think so No, I don't think so; no, I don't think so Some man gotta be gettin' pimped in the game DO I look like I'm smoking
this together My album was raw, because no one would ever Think like I think, or do what I do I stole the show, then I leave without a clue Whatta you think
I ain't fuckin' wit y'all I'ma keep on keepin' on, keep on holdin' on They say I don't fit in But I won't listen You can say what you wanna, I'ma come
I don't even drink like that I love ya, the rest is history baby I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta
my shit and When I get her for christenin' she splits again cause I make her spit the Nitro glycerin I'm on you, calling me a old Negro But I don't know
and when I walk through the crowd, I'm seein' mothafucker's brain I hear their bitches sayin' ask MC Ren "MC Ren" Makin' fools sway when I roll to King Tech
shit and When I get her for christenin' she splits again cause I make her spit the Nitro glycerin I'm on you, calling me a old Negro But I don't know
I been on Leno don' diss don' hit the thrown My head's growin The crown don't fit (don't fit, don't fit, don't fit) [Chorus] I wish you would (Not beef
structure dismantle With a Roman candle I start to revolution, unravel a king technique Inadequate Sway to the left when I speak What I secrete excrete
: Saafir] Wake Up, Show, and you can tell I'm not spittin it in no muffled style No silent screams just weddings, rings To swings and Sway Techs King, Tech- -nique and I