Make A Wide Open Grin Last Week I Wanted Just To Disappear My Life Was Dust But Now It Just May Be A Happy New Year A Happy New Year (Collins enters
be a happy new year A happy new year Bond, James Bond And Pussy Galore, in person Pussy, you came prepared I was a boy scout once And a brownie 'Til
Fire thrown to the roof of you apartment Hit 95 then I hide with the Waltons, Down South, the forty-four feela I'm a Dolo nigga, you a Polo nigga I'm
my mouth we don't need that enjoy life open up a tree sac Take a trip [Incomprehensible] Asphalt is the place to be at Where the people fire burn so
You all suck, like getting head from a dime I run up in em and, clutch em' if they tremblin' It's a rush like adrenaline, at a point break the joint
war pig Delinquent sinkin like a paper tugboat Well beneath your holiday Beached on a red tide infested shore corroding eastern seaboard beauty I'm a
thinking of you When the water froze over In a foreign land In a foreign town You prepare to go on a journey To pasture You said "Forever" It's a picture
you a slave and he gave you a bible 400 years gettin' our ass kicked By so-called christians and catholics But I watch 'em burn in a fire See I'm a g,
but a fashion show Get the devil do a one-eighty-seven and they won't, call me a nigga, when I get to heaven (They won't call me a nigga) (when I get
in I got what you need bitch, tell a friend to tell a friend Label me a hit, if a fiend need a fix or a bytch just need some good dick I got the (medicine
I hide with the Waltons Down South, the forty-four feela I'm a Dolo nigga, you a Polo nigga I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho nigga Westside highway running
that these jitterbug days I'm livin', Well, they won't last for all of us, But they'll last for a long summer night. I can feel the fire in her eyes
a fashion show Get the devil do a one-eighty-seven and they won't, call me a nigga, when I get to heaven (They won't call me a nigga) (when I get to
a slave and he gave you a bible 400 years gettin' our ass kicked By so-called christians and catholics But I watch 'em burn in a fire See I'm a g, that
-rap workday offends and irks me Yo, I never was a regular dude Just a Agent and Grand is my secular mood Yo, yo, I never was a regular dude Just a Agent