I might not be a man yet, I can barely make out a little light from the house on the cul-de-sac Bedroom upstairs, it's a family affair. I've watched you in class, your eyes are cut glass and you stay covered upstairs Head to your toe, so nobody will know

You've talking about your woman, I wish to God, man, that you could see You're talking about your woman, I wish to God that you could see mine Every time the little girl start to loving, she bring eyesight to the blind Lord, her daddy must been a

If I wanted, I could take you from your man (please believe it) With my eyes closed, I could have you eating out the palm of my hand And all your little girlfriends, too (No you can't, you're a playa, I don't want you) Yes I can, and I will if I, if I

A flood (Quelea, quelea) of blood to the heart (Quelea, quelea) A flood of blood to the heart Heat shimmer Open smother Ooh, dead in the middle of the C-O-double-M-O-N Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys Soon become Mandela Men Hips quiver

"You know it's easy to talk about, doing something But when it comes down to the action part, the most folks take a little Light vacation" I was just thinking to myself man Y'know this Blue Carpet Treatment record is deep to me And I need to let my

Sha la la la Last night I lay in bed so blue 'Cause I realized the truth, they can't love me like you Baby they ain't got a clue, can't love me like you They try to romance me But you got that nasty And that's what I want (that's what I want) So baby,

How did I ever let you go? Is it worth the pain, with no one to blame? For all of my insecurities Never understood how she could, Mean so little to so many Why does she mean everything to me? Questioning her good intention Jealousy's a bad invention When

We're gonna crack your little souls (why don't you quiet down?) There are many things to talk about Be constructive There are weapons we can use Be constructive with your blues Even when it's only warnings Even when you talk the war games Oh why don't

Shitted on 'em, Man I just shitted on 'em Put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em Put your number two's in the air if you did it on 'em All these bitches is my sons And I'ma go and get some bibs for 'em A couple formulas, little pretty lids

I was watchin’ cartoons on a Saturday morning And I heard daddy start the truck I came runnin’ from the house and waved him down 'Cause he was makin’ a run to the dump We watched the Bears and licked ice cream cones Take a little walk around I’ll never