Thinkin' about Miss Martha King Miss Martha King Do you think you're doin' me right? Yes, I'm sittin' here thinkin' Well, I'm sitin' here thinkin' I'm in love with that woman I ain't afraid to call her name Lord, I did everythin' for you Done everything

You wanna be right or wanna be with me You wanna go to war, wanna live in peace I love you and I ain't ashamed to beg you to stay Somehow, I get what I need from you Shawty I get on my knees for you And I get what I need from you (So that we can be

We don't give a rat's ass We're happy to be here and that you can see We're just all drunk Americans We just raise up our glass If you're a democrat or republican We ain't East, we ain't West We ain't left, we ain't right We ain't black, we ain't white

You ain't getting in bread, that's rage I'm a headline act on the stage I got my hoody down over my face And you can't send shots like a man's Luke Cage Bullet holes in my top right now I'mma keep going but I know that they Want me to stop right now But,

And right out the other, It goes In One Ear, People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother, They say that we ain't got the style, We ain't got the class, We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map And I'm a phony in disguise, Trying to

I know where to aim, hell, I’m to blame No, they don’t make guys like me, you get exactly what you see I come from a long line of bloodline that ain’t gonna change So, take your pistol pointing finger right off of the trigger If it ain’t broke, you can

Tonight's the night It's gonna be alright 'Cause I love you girl Ain't nobody gonna stop us now Stay away from my window Stay away from my back door too Disconnect the telephone line Relax baby and draw that blind Kick off your shoes and sit right down

You Can Catch Me In The Hood, Up To No Good, With That Mac Like Right Beside Me, I ain't Buying No Niggas, Eyeing My Figures, Deprive Me Of My Life, Try me, I'mma Rip Up Tissue, Homie I won't Miss You, This'll Be The Day That You Dying, Nigga I'm

In the black of the night till the red morning light And I said nah nah hey hey Another dirty bird ain't giving out a taste And I said nah nah hey hey you're givin' all your cinnamon away That's not right Hey hey you're givin' all your cinnamon away You

And right out the other, It goes In One Ear, People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother, They say that we ain't got the style, We ain't got the class, We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map And I'm a phony in disguise, Trying to