But they don't know what is what Swish, swish, bish They know what is what Another one in the basket (basket, woah, basket, woah) Can't touch this They just know what is what They just strut So keep calm, honey, I'ma stick around For more than a minute,

There's an empty space inside my heart Where the weeds take root I'll set you free 'Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick Do what you want So now I'll set you free Slowly we unfurl As lotus flowers Just to see what if

Taliban bands, run 'em straight through the machinery Took a shot of Henney, I've been going brazy, brazy They say my whole hood got it under investigation They know they talk that stick talk, that stick talk They know we talk that lick talk, that lick

Hush now, don't explain Don't explain Just say you'll remain Unless you're mad, don't explain My love, don't explain What is there to gain? Skip that lipstick You know that I love you And what loving does

Put 'em high Woah-woah-oah, oh, oh-oh, ooh It ain't that hard to choose You got your mind unloose One night'll change your whole life Put 'em up if you with me Yeah, yeah-eah, yeah, yeah-eah-eah You stick out of the crowd, baby, it's a no-brainer Him or

I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh Shout out, but I

Sticker this, censor this, ban this We've got something to say Police this, condemn this, damn this We'll be heard anyway Middle finger is the flag that I wave when I'm silenced... Listen here... Is it a possibility? That we're all just equal, Slam the

Big gun kick the hell out of you Big gun number one Riot on the radio Pictures on the TV Invader man take what he can Shootout on the silver screen Sticking 'em up and knocking 'em down Living out a fantasy

It's full of all them little bones Nothing's dead down here Baby, eat this chicken slow Happy hour, happy hour is here It's just a little tired Little bones It gets so sticky down here Better butter your cue-finger up It's the start of another new year

Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell The smell of death surrounds you Hey, you're a fool you Stick them needles in your arm Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars Oak tree you're in my way There's too much coke and too much smoke Look what's going on