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Homeboy Sandman
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Sing a song for me baby Sing come on, come on, come on All the things I've done Ooh Sing a song for me baby Sing come on, come on, come on All the things I've done Ooh I like writing, I like when people fair to me I hate fighting, I hate when people scared of me When I said I hate fighting I ain't mean evil That I love, I don't mean systems, I just mean people It seems like everybody's kinda drugged I think that any sport where you can tie is kinda bugged Young kids see me bopping, think that it's hysterical Poor things I guess they never bop cause all they tunes is terrible I jump a lot of rope Have Safaree Palm on my kitchen counter, every kind of roach I know that's kinda gross But I don't mean to sound morose, I'm rich but not baroque Vamanos, pack your luggage son we gotta go, we cutting it kinda close Head to London spread Americana, I'm the kinda bloke Sing a song for me baby Sing come on, come on, come on All the things I've done Ooh Sing a song for me baby Sing come on, come on, come on All the things I've done Ooh Check out the cactus, I got this sticker from the store That has to be the single stupidest thing I ever saw I seen my sister struggling raising children single poor I think I much prefer McCain for chewing gum in Singapore I dock at ports Patrol the commons with Tanaka sword and wave it back and forth These cats be always trying to get me into court For the chance to thwart the champ he Calls, they think my bed is corked I'm more enhanced I ride my bike without my hands through Brooklyn foreign lands Respect my elders, sir and ma'am Got the sense to step to Uncle Sam and rep for Suriname Second country of the verse I learned to keep it funky from the oldest monkey on the earth I hit him once a year to keep him comfy, monthly in the works Sing a song for me baby Sing come on, come on, come on All the things I've done Ooh Sing a song for me baby Sing come on, come on, come on All the things I've done Ooh I'm at the clinic next to someone dressed in drag Holding a cup of piss in a brown paper bag Cause a condom couldn't stand the mighty stab How a condom break when breaking is the only job it has At least the girl that tested me was bad Confirmed my tests were negative before I left like I did math Plus she had to ask me all them questions about my sexual past She already know the plan But that's Saran I'm from a town things be going down just like a ramp Knuckleheads will light it up just like a lamp In the atmosphere it'll take you there just like a stamp Understand When it was time to catch a tag I repped the cran I toast to chaos with my can-collecting clan Damn Sing a song for me baby Sing come on, come on, come on All the things I've done Ooh Sing a song for me baby Sing come on, come on, come on All the things I've done Ooh