Ernest Givens

If I pop up, make sure the doors is locked up
Cause somebody's in your bed
Then somebody's getting chopped up
Police get stopped up
In the air they smell the deceased
In the morning, I'm breaking the
Lease, I'm brushing my teeth
And burning the sheets

I'm damn near in the streets
The streets of heart, that is
They like "damn, who that is?" while doing
A documentary on cribs
It's that boy RiFF making key moves
So don't get an attitude if
I don't come through
Some choose to lose, others get abused
But don't get it confused cause
I'm breaking all the rules
Maybe the ones that's golden
Pockets still swollen
I done tripped out and did
A song with Kelly Rowland
Or Tito Jackson, or Eric Clapton
I done three-wheeled and did a
Commercial with Bo Jackson
Verbal ass-sacking, that's what I accomplish
I done poured codeine on my
Cheese and steak omelette