[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro] A tall, handsome, chocolate syrup colored kid in a fresh boxcut hairstyle. Quiet manner was more in tune with his, well-heeled patrons than with his hip-hopping friends. "Who hooked you up man? Yo' momma?!"
[Aceyalone] I wrote a poem the other day I hope you like it
[Chorus] Roses are red, and violets are blue Sugar is sweet love, but not as sweet as you Boogers are green, and doo-doo is brown Life is uphill but, not when you get down I said roses are red, and violets are blue Sugar is sweet love, but not as sweet as you Boogers are green, and doo-doo is brown Life is uphill but, not when you get down
[Aceyalone] Sticks and stones, flesh and bones +Organic Electricity+ chromosomes I'm home alone, but not by choice I pick up the phone and I hear a strange voice Hocus pocus, boogedy boo Abra-cadabra, what's a nigga to do? Back and forth, and open and closed And if you can't see through it then poke you some holes It's like glass and dirt, water and sand Things tend to burn the hotter the pan Left and right, and right and wrong Wrong and guilty, convicted and hung Young and old, and old and new Knew and never knew and tellin the truth It's like black and blue, and battered and bruised And if you get away from this one then, that'll be news I said
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[Aceyalone] Jack and Jill, and +Jill+ and +Scott+ Scotch and soda, a twisted plot Bums and cops, covers and quilts Pillows and blankets, cottons and silks Mind so heavy hope the bed don't tilt Cuts and welts, and screams for help Eat and sleep, shit shower and shave Work and play, cradle to the grave It's all for nothin, or nothin at all It's all for one, and one for all You better look up at me like I'm ten feet tall Cause you're lookin down at me like I'm two feet small Hopes and wishes, wishes and dreams It's ugly and dirty, I wish it was clean Win or lose, smoke or booze And if you get away from this one then, that'll be news I mean
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[Aceyalone] Ready or not, sweaty and hot Tired and hungry but haven't forgot Guns and shots, runs and drops Or buried alive under tons of rocks A beautiful day, a wonderful night A suitable pasttime just rockin the mic A day in the life, a life in a day You know when they comin so you might get away Space and time, nickels and dimes Bass and rhyme that tickle your spine A brand new mind, a fresh design One of a kind, seek and you find Homies and crews, weapons and tools Lovers and haters and teachers and fools Just try walkin one day in my socks and shoes And if you get away from this one then, that'll be news It's like
[Chorus]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
