Standing on the corner crossfaded
Totally Jaded
cause my ho is tardy
now I'm late for the party
I could be there drinking Bacardi
with Darnell my homeboy
and his homeboy Rob Roy
Slipping through the street
and guess whom I meet?
A couple of PO PO on the beat
Pigs punch me in the bowel
I'm hurting now
Grunting like a sow
Moaning monosyllabic words like "ow!"
Standing in the precinct where cops took me
Asking me questions while they book me
Through in the slammah
next to Bubbah Alabama
Now I'm shuddering, shuddering, shuttering like a camera
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Originally Posted by mord
Actually, I like you a lot, Nea. That's why I treat you like ****. It's the MB way.
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