Stranger On A Quiet Street
(Chorus)
Can I get mine? Can I get your money? Cause ain't a damn thing funny
Niggas you know the deal
Needs nuthin' but cash
Serves the late night fiends to collects my green
Peeps the dramatics
Still no time for static
Paper to all my crew
You know how we do
Controls the work force
Y'all know what I'm speakin'
Broke niggas I gets my clown on, ho's I gets my pound on
Silk shirts to leather kicks with flicks in Paris
Smoke bud in every state, no cases filed for rape
Can't escapes that
It's the life of the rhymer, fool
Me
Hello, I Love You
Nothing ever gets in my way
Nothing ever gets on my mind
Nothing ever makes me stop to think about
Nothing of the kind
Nothing ever loses me sleep
Nothing ever wins my heart
Nothing ever makes me want to sing along
And nothing makes me want to start
If I'm falling down a mountain
Then I pick myself up
If I crash into an iceberg
I don't give a frightful look around..
If I am burning then I put myself out
I'm so completely full
I scare the world
Oh all the world
All inside out
Just look around...
Nothing ever puts me out
Nothing ever pulls me in
Nothing ever makes me want to jump
And nothing makes me want to begin
Nothing ever gets me down
Nothing ever gets me uptight
And nothing ever makes me run around
And nothing makes me feel I might
If I'm hanging from a peach tree
Then I cut myself down
And if I look into the sun
I just turn up the sound
And if I swallow deathcap loverooms
Then I spit them right out
I'm so completely full
I scare the world
Yeah all the world
Inside out
Nothing ever gets in my way
Nothing ever gets on my mind
Nothing ever makes me stop to think about
Nothing of the kind
Harold and Joe
Go go go!!!
Yeah...
Sing birds sing...