Paroles:
Dj David

I'm home, lost my job, and incurably ill You think this is easy, realism I've got a girl out there, I suppose I think she's dancing Feel like Dan Dare

All I want is for my time with you to slow down Don't really make it in town like I used to So for now All I want is for my time with you to slow down

: I'm home, lost my job, and incurably ill You think this is easy, realism I've got a girl out there, I suppose I think she's dancing Feel like Dan Dare

Till You Conk Out Faint Like Marie On The Dance Floor Boppin With Me [Ice Cube & DJ Quik Talking At The End] Ice Cube And DJ Quik DJ Quik And Ice Cube

[feat. Gift Reynolds] What I'm drankin' on Looking for the love of my life, lil drank, lil stank, that's the love of my life, Not looking for a hussy

(Lyrics by Bowie Music by Bowie/Eno/Alomar) I'm home, lost my job, and incurably ill You think this is easy realism I've got a girl out there, I suppose

[{DJ Whoo Kid}:] {Haha! } [scratches] [Intro:] [2 sniffles] Hey, you want this shit? Stat quit talk... {NONE STOP! } Cali blow! [Chorus:] I don't need

' entend plus crier (wouah) Tu veux boire a l'oeil et rentrer sans payer (wouah) Dire que tout a l'heure faut aller travailler (ah) Appelle la police, Chirac ou David

, Mike, or Clue And watch them shits sell out like a Air Jordon shoe I told Funk Flex when I catch the nigga Whoo Kid We gon' see if he know how to DJ