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Parish (Tamagotchi Jah)


In this town television shuts off at two
What can a lonely rock & roller do
Oh the bed's so big and the sheets are clean
and your girlfriend said
I met this guy - and he looked like might have been a hat check clerk at an ice rink. 
Which, in fact, he turned out to be. 
And I said: Oh boy.
fly without wings 
While some of y'all have to pull strings. 
In this era I maintain the freak upon the beats 
Master baselines of Raphael Saadiq
and my niggaz

[Master P]
My nigga stared at me, must be mad at me
I grew up with this nigga, how the fuck he sent the FED's at me
Boz told me, not to fuck
One for the treble  two for the bass 
P.M.D let's rock this place 

Return lies the power  try to push up and get devoured 
To pushin power
rap, cold plays from the shotgun
Lettin' the hands go, airin' it out, the P's hot son
Doing shows on rooftops with Nas and Rakim
P's on this indie
That hoe fine but this hoe killer 
She leakin, she's soakin wet 
She leakin, soakin wet 
Shake it like a salt shaker (shake it like a salt shaker)
Talking to e-double on my car telephone
When I seen this fly girl clocking my means of transportation
The look in her eye was the look of infatuation
So I
Shawty crunk on the floor wide open
Speak so much they call her Billy ocean
Row like eighteen wheeler
That hoe find but this hoe killer
She
aim 
Picky to Ferris is startin' over 
Checkin' for phat rhymes to help us start gold'n over 
And replicate 
Cowards better get this shit straight
That hoe fine but this hoe killer 
She leakin, she's soakin wet 
She leakin, soakin wet 
Shake it like a salt shaker (shake it like a salt shaker)
fly without wings 
While some of y'all have to pull strings. 
In this era I maintain the freak upon the beats 
Master baselines of Raphael Saadiq
this boss wonders why I'm smartin' off 
Tired of being fired every time I fart and cough 
Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk 
For this
time I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing down my neck driving me berserk
I'm tired of using plastic
orchids and citronella for Algernon, don and vagabond alike repent, this shit should have gone "beta burns Babylon, the end".

[Chorus:]
And when
smartin' off 
Tired of being fired every time I fart and cough 
Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk 
For this jerk breathing down my neck
pain
My phone ring, ring and ring and ring
If you ain't selling drugs, then I don't hear a thing
May 7, Ali calls, p.m. of 6:45, I finally answer this
pain
My phone ring, ring and ring and ring
If you ain't selling drugs, then I don't hear a thing
May 7, Ali calls, p.m. of 6:45, I finally answer this
Yeah
DJ Clue
Desert Storm
The Roc
This shit right here
The Roc Army
Dame Dash Presents
The Dream Team niggas
Word

Time after time 
I've
That hoe fine but this hoe killer 
She leakin, she's soakin wet 
She leakin, soakin wet 
Shake it like a salt shaker (shake it like a salt shaker)
where leopards lurk
Lock your soul down with an esoteric weapon search
Strap a bomb to one of your labels record clerks
And activate it as soon as they