We who have so much to you who have so little To you who don't have anything at all We who have so much more than any one man does need And you who don
every day I sit back relax and listen to the music play With headphones on my head a yes I bump and I sway And I've been rhyming through your house, yes
the chunky, I'ma brew these punkies Sir I'm from the block where u don't pass like a flunky We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey Yes, I
time ain't no object and money ain't a thing When you have someone to ease your pain I wanna be the smile on your face Be your stars and your moon I
America I'm wit my son cashin' the check So I asked outta respect Would she like to explore the world or buy ? We can fly in my jet Her reply was "Yes
, I represent the Shaolin my nigga Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow It be goin' down, diggy diggy down diggy down down While the planets and the stars and the moons
but everybody's flockin' me Yes, I am Chipmunk, there's no other me See me an' it look like I'm talkin' to myself Look I'm only spittin' bars, man,
they filled our cupping hands And we all agreed, the charity was much in need Yes, a nobel cause at that And I met a man, a mannequin Who stood so still
hear your little white lies They can break the moon and decimate the sky Falling into a hole like paradise Falling into a hole like paradise There are better things that a man
world, my world If this were my world you know what I'd do Take a million dollars out the bank, would you Give a half a million to the chronic man Yes
shine Niggas hate that fact Sauce don't give a fuckin' nine Soon as he ran his mouth, one tre pound seven to nine Guess who's the odd man out, I guess
horoscopes, man Hey, I`m a Cancer with a bad moon rising (Chong:) Look here el fago, watch my lips Where were ya born? (Cheech:) I was BORN IN EAST L.A. Man
We bust at cointelpro we creamy like Fuck that we Creamy Spies tell you schemey lies We let creamy bullets fly, should it reflect the sun We say yes
are so ghetto, yes, we are rock and roll Yes, we are so ghetto, yes, we are rock and roll Yes, we are so ghetto, yes, we are rock and roll Yes, we are
points of the hexagram, Resembles the sex of man, all my children in bethlehem, I dropped the tek out my hand, dropped to the earth, Caresed the sand, yes
s, B-I-G's, then Tupac's While cruisin the blocks, hittin the hot spots Got my celly on O-F-F Golden Arches got my belly goin oh yes yes So let's just
I wanna be everything your man's not And I'm gonna give you everytime little thing I got Cause you are more than a man needs That's why I say you'
leg, Then tell him catch up like mayonnaise, um. I'm the sickest nigga doin it, Bet that baby. These other niggaz dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes. Get