Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor Pull up, nigga creeping Colder than a motherfucker, guess it's ho season (bitch) Shorty got that ass, baby girl it's nice to meet you With these lights off,

How long? How long? Baby how long? How Long? Baby how long, Has that evenin' train been gone I can see the green grass Up on the hill But I ain't see the green back On a dollar bill. And so long, so long. Baby so long.

It's amazing the amount of rejection that I see I'm lookin' forward to the girl I wanna be So I try not to waste too much time at the bathroom sink Puttin' on my makeup Puttin' off the hard stuff Hoping that it passes Fake smile and eyelashes And try not

Well, I somehow slowly know you I got that feeling, that bad feeling that you don't know I don't even know her but I hope that she comforts you tonight But I somehow slowly love you And wanna keep you the same And wanna keep you away And I somehow slowly

Let not another child be slain Let not another search be made in vain Jah forgive us for forgetting So badly that not many can see you In the name of, and by the power of The holy spirit May we invoke your intercession for The children of England Some of

Actin' up, she be actin' up I be actin' up, actin' up We be actin' us, they be actin' us Cause we actin' up, that's enough Ass is up, I be smackin' up We be smacked enough off that Jack and her They be actin' us, they be actin' us What's the use in

I quietly observe standing in my space Daydreaming Well I'm floating on air when I'm daydreaming Way that we say 'em in style that we write 'em in Massive attack we keep it strong just like a vitamin Going for the positive wiping out the negative songs

These are the days our lives will change and we will see our worlds collide Life is a journey throughout the years that pass a lesson to be learned There is a purpose to all that we encounter in this existence What builds us up may one day break us down

They got jumped Forty fives, machine guns, and heavy artillery "You know we got em Forty fives, machine guns, heavy artillery We got those grenades on your ass, nigga Boss, Black Wall Street I'm in that bulletproof Maybach nigga (Teflon Don)" Nigga

Ice Cube and the Lench Mob, is jackin' for beats Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up Whassup nigga? Get over there shit Ya lil punk ass nigga C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy God damnit you stop that shit now Take him to jail and get him the hell from in