Feeling kind of bony
On the telephoney
Talking to Marconi
Eating Rice-a-Roni
Nominated for a Tony
For acting like a phoney
Watching Twilight Zoney
On my forty-two inch Sony
This is just a long song
It ain't no poem
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
It's like sitting in the kitchen
When the music's really bitchin'
Your nose it starts to itchin'
As you count your old age pension
Did I forget to mention
The ride that I was hitchin'
To the Aluminum convention
I had such good intention
Keep your cotton pickin' fingers off
My song poem
And leave the lights on till your baby gets home
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
Don't forget your toothbrush
Your hairbrush and your comb
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
Got a big ol' dog
A chrome crowbar
I keep that mother humper in the back seat of my car
Me and Billy Shakespeare
Stepped out to get a root beer
We sat together so near
People thought we were queer
Punctuated by the big scare
We joined the Air Force right there
To defend our country first class
Who couldn't give a rat's ass
Don't you tell me that the White House is my home
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
Don't forget your toothbrush
Your hairbrush and your comb
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
Got a big ol' dog
A big iron bar
I keep that mother humper in the back seat of my car
It's like kissing Greta Garbo with a mouth full of marbles
Like trying to cash a paycheck in the middle of a train wreck
Leave the lights on
Leave the lights on
Like trying to get aroundo in a carmade of bondo
Like speaking German lingo to a dog named Dingo - Plotz!!
Leave the lights on
Leave the lights on
Like a French frKrayzie
Raw, raw, raw...Retaliation is a must, nigga. The enemy must suffer the
muthafuckin' consequences. Deadly{gunshots, ticking}
Yeah, I want all of these muthafuckers dead. I don't wanna see one muthafucker
left breathin'. Kill all these muthafuckers.
-Refrain-
Them niggas be killas....
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period. (Bloody, bloody
murder...)
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period. (Killa...)
Krayzie
I'm thuggin off in my house out in Cleveland/ Weeded, I'm sleepin', P.O.D.'ed/
Dozed off, but I was awakened by the
telephone ringin'/ I picked it up ";Hello?"; At first, nobody would answer me, so
I said it again ";Hello?";
Somebody starts breathin'/ Not thinkin'; I hung up the phone/ Niggas be playin'
jokes, I payed it no mind/ It could've been just
my fuckin' friends/ Then I sat back and closed my eyes/ No more than 4 seconds,
it rung again ";Hello?
And why in the fuck is you playin?"; Somebody yelled out ";You die!"; Before I
could even reply some nigga jumped right
throu the window buckin' a pistol/ I jumped out of the chair, grabbed the
bullets on the way to the stairs
Feelin' hot bullets fly over my head/ Thinkin' for sure that I'm gonna be dead/
Scared? Oh yeah! So I turned around and ran out
the backdoor instead/ Them niggas was steadily buckin'/ Whoever was dumpin',
they surely did want me in the red
Continued to fled; hit a couple of fences/ Thinkin' 'bout who could have did
this? Retaliation; I'll handle my business, kill 'em
As God as my witness/ I called up my niggas; they ready for war/ Kill 'em's the
way that we even the score
If you did not come for war, what in the fuck you come here for?
-Refrain-
Bam
Five infrared dots, trail by these steel toes runnin' in your spot/ You smokin'
hot/ Gather troops, destinations be your