Inside, outside, come around
(Who's that?)
Brown!
Some may, I say, call me Charlie
The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley
Lay back on the payback, evolve rotate the gates
(Contact!)
Can I get a hit?
(Hit!)
Boom bit with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip
East Coast stompin', rippin' and rompin'
New York, North Cak-a-laka and Compton
I don't really care, I just had that thought on my mind and didn't want to get caught thinking about donkey lips all day without getting it off my chest
Now I clown around when I hang around with the Underground
Girls use to frown, say I'm down, when I come around
gas me and when they pass me they use to diss me
harrass me, but now they ask me if they can kiss me
Get some fame, people change, wanna live they life high
same song, can't go wrong, if I play the nice guy
(clamin that they must have changed,just because we came strong)
I remain, still the same (why Tu'?) cause it's the same song
JOELTHOMPSONISGREAT's recent comments: