Feel no shame 'cause time's no chain Feel no shame I thought that I heard someone say now There's no time for running away now Hey now, hey now I hitched a ride with my soul By the side of the road Just as the sky turned black I took a walk with my fame

Ayy, ayy, ayy, tell me what you know 'Bout a motherfucker out the bottom, with a gold grill gleamin' Makin' all these hoes problems Stalker, creepin' out the fuckin' dungeon Switchblade on 'em, hit the guts like a pumpkin, dumpin' Thirty rounds of the

We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O. Views, views, views Old ways, new women, gotta keep 'em balanced The girl of your dreams, to me is probably not a challenge I've been counted out so many times I couldn't count it Funny how now my accountant is

You don't wanna fuck with me Girls neither, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me We ain't gon' never stop beefin', I don't squash the beef You better kill me, I'ma be another rapper dead For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said But when

Looking for fun Midnight to six man For the first time from Jamaica Dillinger and Leroy Smart Delroy Wilson, your cool operator Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae With backing bands sound systems And if they've got anything to say

I'm looking for you Drifting on a memory Ain't no place I'd rather be Than with you, loving you Day will make a way for night All we'll need is candlelight And a song soft and long, well

They ain’t got nothing on you, Hoes ain’t got nothing on you I think that shit just paranoia She think I’m with another woman Another woman that gon' keep me comin' Dirty hoes, they ain’t got nothing on you I swear them hoes, they ain’t got nothing on

With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit Our father, if I should die before I wake Uh! Yeah, yeah Fuck 'em, yeah, uhh

Black police showin' out for the white cop White police showin' out for the black cop Break em off some Good cop, good cop, rollin' with that bad cop What you doing boy, turning that blood clart Buck shot shot, they fire through the drug spot Robots,

If you in here with your dawg, point your dawg out It's my dawg birthday, yeah (Birthday) Poppin' bottles, takin' shots of Patrón We gon' do this shit all night long If that's what you wanna do (Point your dawg out) (Tell 'em that's my dawg) If you in