number flashin' on my screen 1-900-SHEILA You can tell it all to me I'm your phone fantasy 1-900-SHEILA ...Ohhhh man! Aaahh So I kicked back the recliner
You found out, kick it You found out, I've got a crush on you You must have heard it from my best friend She's always talkin' when she should be listening
this ain't over til it's over *I ain't forget you niggas Yeah you cowards tried *Yeah you tired But i'm still alive *I'm still here Nigga beef ain't over
And how about you, Ain't ya sick of being picked on for nothing? Well I'm gonna tell you what to do, Ain't you sick of being pushed, hit, kicked, and
Never feminine, everynight don't park the six Right in front of tenimens Ruthless chicks, yeah, toothless chicks With the shotguns to shot, right through 2 and 6 Rufus kicks
what the children know Dem could never know me 'Cause them a heads too low Oh, yeah, for sure oh for sure Got to take the ghetto youths Over on the Ethiopian
to kill over Thanksgiving didn't give so what should I hope for I keep on looking for job but job seems not to like me What else my doors kicked off the
feel all good All day is how we play in the neighborhood Well how you feelin' MCA? Well I feel right I swing my words on the track 'cause the track sound
go steady And stick up Eddie for his fedy And bring it all back to daddy I want bread, cheese, now put it on the patty Knick knack style, kick back
back to trace my flow but don't waste your time bro It only takes a minute a second for me to switch And rearrange real quick cause I can kick plenty
You know me cos I hang around the bicycle sheds kicking over the traces in my fancy footwear as I go wrecking and stealing around Tiananmen Square I'
lookin' ahead to see Trying to keep my feet on track Doin' what was expected of me Kick my shoes off so they can't trace me Leave no forwarding address
with his spirit and gave him these words. a??Sanasha Gorath Sollis Arcanna,a?? Words that would resurrect the masses if delivered correctly and in time. Over
labels gas you up to be somethin.Get yo paper never trust em. Watch the niggas you run with. I done seen niggas who had all they dreams fucked over, over
tell me what you see whenever you look around? We're tripping all over ourselves and pulling each other down We're separating, consciousness is fading
run to the bus stop. Nine to five work block, queue in another shop. Your camel's wairing at the oasis, Crieff to Cairo, kick over the traces. You're
so much pot And my brother sees more greens than a cosmonaut Maybe an astronaut on a higher plane floatin in space In the mirror a see traces of a face
Lyrics: Stephen Shareaux Music: Rob Grad, Mike Marquis) Over here drifting to a place in space, over here Over there, sexual rejoice, my choice, over