Too Hot
Come over here girl, whip it out and show the world
Ain’t the time for lyin’ with your mocha swirl
Everybody gangsta, everybody Blood and Crippin’
I’m a tell the truth, if you take the time to listen
But then again lets make it hot, lets make it nice, and leave a scar
I said merrily, merrily, merrily not one
But rarely, rarely, rarely get two
When the lights go out
When they cut your phone
When you’re laid off
When you’re home alone
When you’re with your girl
Everyone around the world
On a Sunday afternoon
When you’re with your crew...shit happens
We kinda hot together like Sonny and Cher
Too hot to trot and we just don’t care
Now close your eyes and go to sleep
That guy don’t dance, tramps can’t compete
You a New York dime in a city of cents
Regrets I’ve had a few, but not the night we met
See you been gettin’ love from postal workers
All in search of vicious looks
When the lights go out
When they cut your phone
When you’re laid off
When you’re home alone
When you’re with your girl
Everyone around the world
On a Sunday afternoon
When you’re with your crew... shit happens
Stray Bullet
See my heart, and see my soul, I hope heaven can find me
I got hit and met the floor, what about the ones behind me?
I got nothing to live for, ain’t got no wife or baby
We all bathe in the same blood, and we all breedin’ the crazies
We gonna catch that stray bullet (x2)
This man he seem quite mad, he scratch and claw the table
He will see us all in hell, watch as we rob the cradle
I don’t mind my apathy, but now it kills me for you
I never liked your diamond eyes, they must have cost a fortune
You get the point, you wear the horns, it’s your red badge of courage
You too crazy for this world, and your life is seething sewage
You talk to God, we talk to God, but while her back is turning
We too lazy for this job, and that’s why the babies burning
We gonna catch that stray bullet (x2)
We gonna catch that stray bullet (x4)
See my heart and see my soul (x4)
We gonna catch that stray bullet (x3)
We done caught that stray bullet
Living on the Streets
The summers are hot, and the nights are cool
The bipolar slugger/sluggard is comin’ out in you
Your belly is tight, from not enough love
And you’re having serious doubts about the man above
Well I’m not beggin’, sure not pretendin’
I’m makin’ moves that you don’t even know about
Be condescendin’, no happy endin’
It’s mind bendin’ and you don’t even know about it
Livin’ on the streets
Sayin’ I’ll live large tomorrow
It’s just a life you can’t believe
It’s just a life you cannot borrow
Four and a half years and a gallon of scum
How many times you dream that you was the one
Now you’re sittin’ on the curb, starin’ dead in the lights
It’s hard to struggle, when there’s nothin’ to fight
Well I ain’t beggin’, sure not pretendin’
I’m makin’ moves honey you don’t even know about
Be condescendin’, no happy endin’
It’s mind bendin’ ‘cos you don’t even know about it
Livin’ on the streets
Sayin’ I’ll live large tomorrow
It’s just a life you can’t believe
It’s just a life you cannot borrow
Lost It All
Well my heart breaks every time I see her
And my heart breaks every time I turn around
And my heart breaks every time I hear her name
And my heart breaks now and again, it’s a cryin’ shame
And it feels like I lost it all
Yes it feels like I lost it all (x2)
Well my heart takes more or less the same as you
But you got your high class friends to get you through
Now pitter patter, pitter patter, what’s the matter you got the baby too?
You’re all caught up in the lies that got thrown at you
And it feels like I lost it all
Yes it feels like I lost it all (x2)
And it feels like I lost it all
Yes it feels like I lost it all (x2)
Well my earth moves every time I feel it
And the earth moves with every song I’m singin’
And the ground shakes ‘cos I’ll never be the same, no
And my heart breaks now and again ‘cos I’m to blame
And it feels like I lost it all
Yes it feels like I lost it all
Friday Night
The night is callin’ me and I just can’t wait
My girl is all dressed up, gonna stay out late
Got my whip on the block so I can be care free
I may love them cops but they don’t love me
I rock the conga line with my bad left leg
You know I’m bona fide so y’all can all get bent
Fuck the war on drugs, fuck that Bin Laden
Y’all can’t mess with us ‘cos where you never been I’m in, yeah
In the city (It’s Friday night)
Is you with me (It’s Friday night)
We gettin’ busy (It’s Friday night)
In the city (It’s Friday night) (x2)
And we don’t wait on the line, we don’t pay for the drinks
You know the owner is my man, we got it locked like Brinks
That’s Mateo on the decks, play my favourite song
In the DJ booth my man is hittin’ on a bong
I tip the waitress bank, I tip the bus boy too
I used to work that job but now I work for you’se
And we live till we die, ING-in’ while we try
I got my loved ones by my side, and keep my eyes on the prize
In the city (It’s Friday night)
Is you with me (It’s Friday night)
We gettin’ busy (It’s Friday night)
In the city (It’s Friday night) (x2)
Lovely, don’t you ever change…(x4)
(It’s Friday night) In the city
(It’s Friday night) Is you with me
(It’s Friday night) We gettin’ busy
(It’s Friday night) In the city (x5)
It’s Friday night
Skyline…
You Got a Problem
Hey! Is anything left in that bottle?
Where?
Over there man!
Well I say, 3-2-1, I’m the son of a gun
But one who has the fun by the kilo and the ton
Like Marv Albert but worse, I got the curse
Got perverse with the nurse in the maternity ward
Oh lord, that’s right, I’m nuts, ask Fisty Cuts
I got outpatient status at the Brooklyn Zoo
Doobie doobie doo, we like the crew
That run up in the clubs wearin’ alligator shoes
Now when I get the blues I get ‘em really bad
Ask Kronos for promos, Feliz Navidad
Johnny Black got my back, man, happy or sad
And if I fall out of your favour, baby don’t get mad
‘Cos if the heat don’t get you then the drugs sure will
(Oh you got a problem)
Stirrin’ scotch and sodas with a twenty dollar bill
(Oh, you got a problem)
Yeah my head feels like old vinyl, and like Lionel, I’m idle
Yeah I’m secretly stalking the title
Stealin’ scenes by ways and means
And that’s why marines got M-16s (duck!)
I think I love her, but she’s affected
The bullshit’s detected, wonder why she got neglected
I legged it, turned up here
I’ll have a beer and a joke about that Guinevere
But Lord they been telling there’d be days like these
But please don’t hit me with the quick release
And don’t rat me out to Edwin Meese
‘Cos I been around the world and the seven seas
‘Cos if the heat don’t get you then the drugs sure will
(Yes you got a problem)
Stirrin’ scotch and sodas with a twenty dollar bill
(Oh, you got a problem)
My momma always told me never drink on pills
(Oh you got a problem)
So roll down the window ‘cause I’m feelin’ kinda ill
(Oh you got a problem)
My momma always told me never drink on pills…
Runnin’ For Cover
For forty days, and for forty nights
I been walkin’ down the streets, tryin’ to get it right
But down there lies darkness, down there lies the past
Down there my conscience...kinda kicked my ass
You got me runnin’ for cover
Runnin’ from bein’ me
You got me runnin’ for cover
For cryin’ out loud, uh-ha
Well, I hear them moanin’, from distant lands
Have some hookers shut ‘em up with the swollen glands
Now beggin’s changed, yeah and I guess you’ll do
Just a hoodrat all jacked off and tangled up in blue
Now there’s blood at home, yeah there’s blood on my street
Now how am I supposed to smile in complete defeat?
Well, I’m jumpin’ into limbo, tryin’ to feel alive
Yeah, I’m jumpin’ into limbo, and I like it
You got me runnin’ for cover
Runnin’ from bein’ me
You got me runnin’ for cover
For cryin’ out loud, uh-ha
You’ve got me runnin’
Into the quiet dusk I see, curvy clouds chokin’ up on irony
Well I give it a pause, and I break to the left
But I’m wasted and I can’t seem to catch my breath
Well here I go, just one more time
Find out what’s goin’ on with the party line
Well, I’m jumpin’ into limbo, tryin’ to feel alive
Yeah I’m jumpin’ into limbo, and I like it
You got me runnin’ for cover
Runnin’ from bein’ me
You got me runnin’ for cover
For cryin’ out loud, uh-ha (x2)
You got me runnin’, ooh ooh
You got me runnin’ for cover
Take Me Back
Take me back to the man who never gave a damn
Coolin’ on the corner with a coolie in his hand
He jump up, they got two, they call him General Electric
Pushin’ germ on the street, and gettin’ affected
He was older than y’all, they called him seventy-three
Pitched up, cracked up, one time with me
And he never gave a damn about a cop
They all knew his name when they got locked up, come back
Take me back...doo doo doo doo….Take me back
Now if anybody wanna sell some crack
And everybody here has got your back
Do these stardust dreams seem obscene
If God and country left you flat
Cocaine and sneakers, man hundreds of both
Throw your money on the fire, and you turn up toast
Shell-toes and Lee’s, BVDs/BVBs and freeze/frees
These are a few of my favourite things
Take me back...doo doo doo doo…Take me back
What Had Happened?
“Please leave a message so I know what had happened…”
What had been had happened, aha say what?
Dyin’ to be tryin’ but comfy in the cut
See I be gettin’ four from the score, plus three more
And I’ll be damned if you treat me like a whore
I be fun lovin’, money makin’, milk shakin’,
Record breakin’, drug takin’, never fakin’, end of statement
Crime don’t pay but it’s off the books
All the taxes I pay, go straight to crooks
Now back to what had happened, I was coolin’ round the way
With a woman in her thirties and a nice Montrochet
See I be like they be, when they be out in Westberry
Unnecessary with the wisecrack commentary
They don’t understand, if they keep making cars
I’ll keep burning them and leavin’ them scars
But that’s what happens when you lost your mind
Talkin’ out of school get your back behind it
What had happened? (x8)
Livin’ it up, baby, layin’ it down
Constables chasin’ me from town to town
Like Nino Brown takin’ over the Carter
Cash money boy, and I ain’t your father
Fun lovin’ is my name, lovin’ is my game
Never laid no blame, never walked in shame
Never known to play
People askin’ why? Why he dress so fly
Why he with the dime, why he havin’ fun all of the time?
It’s because I rock when I rock, and I rock when I’m not
Then I’m hot when I’m not, that’s why
Chillin’ chillin’ Jacob Dylan, tastes great but I’m not less fillin’
They broke up the party when they let one fly
Promoter’s in the corner with some guy, askin’ “Why?”
Live and direct from the passenger side
Open up baby, just one more time
What had happened?
Got Our Love
It seems like every single day
I hear all of my friends say
“You’re just too damn crazy”
And it seems like every dawn that breaks
I reflect on what it takes
Sometimes I just can’t see past this
We got our love
But I don’t know what to do with it
We got our love
But I don’t know what to do with it
It seems like every single time
When I hear that Patsy Cline
I think of when we were younger
Now I see people and their lives
Through frosted glass and swollen eyes
Can’t you just get over yourself and call?
We got our love
But I don’t know what to do with it
Oh yeah, we got our love
But I don’t know what to do with it.
I never want to be like that...
This Sick World
Keep on warin’, ‘cause that’s what got us here
And ya keep on talkin’, till there’s no one else to fear
See, me and my brother, might not be around next year
‘Cos one or another cap slipped out of gear
In this sick world, I see the babies dyin’
From car bombs and blind eyes and prophets lyin’
In this sick world, I’m feelin’ all alone
To reap the seeds with which we’ve sown
In this sick world, I keep my minders tight
In this sick world I never punk the fight
In this sick world, I never saw no light
So this sick world is blowin’ up tonight
The freaks come out at night...
Keep on searchin’, on this starless night
And keep on preachin’, everything’s gonna be all right
Now load the weapon, these kids are just the age
And have them kill the Texan, and the man who takes his place
In this sick world, I see the babies dyin’
From car bombs and blind eyes and prophets lyin’
In this sick world, I’m feelin’ all alone
To reap the seeds with which we’ve sown
In this sick world, I keep my minders tight
In this sick world I never punk the fight
In this sick world, I never saw no light
So this sick world is blowin’ up tonight
The freaks come out at night...
Keep on warin’ keep on talkin’ keep on searchin’ keep on preachin’
Steak Knife
Yeah, it’s a shame all right
‘Cos all I got me here is my steak knife
And out of the corner of my eye
I saw all the action
Slo-mo and frame by frame
Oh dear Lord here we go again
Sly rap that bitch of a man
And put some anger in the plan
I still believe your city lights
You are my wife I realize
I’ll be around some time
Tuxedo clad with a bottle of wine…with a bottle of wine
Downtown ain’t changed that much
With souls and Crackers biting at your heels
Three dollar peckers all jostling with movement bred out of fear
Selling all these colours like these colours thought they’d ever be so dear
Well look what I’ve got left
Yeah it’s second best and it’s almost here
I still believe your city lights
You are my wife I realize
I’ll be around some time
Tuxedo clad with a bottle of wine
I still believe your city lights
You are my wife I realize
I’ll be around some time
Tuxedo clad with a bottle of wine …with a bottle of wine
Yeah it’s a shame all right
‘Cos all I got me here is my steak knife...
Beautiful
You took my hand
You were my friend
And you made it beautiful
You stayed with me
And you made me see
That I could make it beautiful too
Yeah I can’t remember
That late September
But I remember beautiful
I do recall, standin’ tall
‘Cos I remember beautiful
And all the chat I get from that
You got to lay it out to dry
And what you feel is real
You got to lay it on the line
You took my hand
And you were my friend
And you made it beautiful
You stayed with me
And you made me see
I could make it beautiful too
Now you and I just can’t see eye to eye
But we make it beautiful
You always choke from smokin’ dope
But we make it beautiful
And all the chat I hear from that
I gotta lay it out to dry
And if what you feel is real
You got to lay it on the line
You took my hand
And you were my friend
And you made it beautiful
You stayed with me
And you made me see
That I could make it beautiful too
Time has traced it’s lines on your face
But I think you’re beautiful
Yeah I want no other to be my baby’s mother
‘Cos all I see is beautiful
Yes I remember, Yeah I remember, I do remember beautiful...
I do remember, I do remember, yeah I remember beautiful
You’re beautiful…
Baby
She’s a mess in her party dress
Hey jack don’t give up the crack
She’s a mess in her party dress
She’s clean if you know what I mean
She was a mess in the limousine
Got cocked off of a top shelf scotch
Baby gone done made a scene
This one ain’t worth the lock
Ain’t too scared about fading away
Gonna do it to you everyday
Baby!
My momma, how your baby grown up
Baby!
My momma, how your baby grown up
Baby!
My momma how your baby grown up
Baby!
My momma how your baby grown up.
She drinks Cris and she’s on the list
Five hundred dollar bottle of wine
She’s a mess in her party dress
Sorry, baby just one more line
Her ass is the size of Texas
Thank god, and pass the ammunition
She’s a mess in her party dress
‘Cos love ain’t not contrition
Ain’t too scared about doing a line
Gonna do it to you one more time
Baby!
My momma, how your baby grown up
Baby!
My momma, how your baby grown up
Baby!
My momma how your baby grown up
Baby!
My momma how your baby grown up
“You should not be out of school
Yeah, I know, you like living your life
You ain’t gotta live it all in one night though
Yeah, you ain’t got no underwear on
Well I ain’t got no underwear on either
Yeah? Do I wanna touch it?
I wanna kiss it…ha ha ha!”
Baby!
My momma, how your baby grown up
Baby!
My momma, how your baby grown up
Baby!
My momma how your baby grown up
Baby!
My momma how your baby grown up
Baby!
You Just Can’t Have it All
Like a junkyard dog I bark at reason
Though my heart can’t see the treason
You let me in your bed when it was solace I needed
Now I’m runnin’ down these alleys
With wounds that ain’t quite healin’...
Sometimes you just can’t have it all
Sometimes you just can’t have it all
And all the things I know I am
Are all the things I know you’re seein’
But livin’ in the past leaves one damned to repeat it
I know you’re not in love with me
Though you’re tryin’ hard to be it...
Sometimes you just can’t have it all
Sometimes you just can’t have it all
Sometimes, you just can’t have it all
Some times you just can’t have it all
We made it seem so damn easy
Until the words got in the way
You make me high when you are with me
And I don’t want that to go away
You sang your song for me
And left me in that moment
The words that traced your breath
Left me more alone in it
You’re everything I want
But you don’t want my shoulder...
Sometimes you just can’t have it all
Sometimes you just can’t have it all
Sometimes, you just can’t have it all
Some times you just can’t have it all
