Letras
(Sebz Beats, baby)
Sittin' in survivor, second suit
All praises due, lysol I tow like stew
I get run down like a yardman but it's all gyal sayin' "Come around"
So I'll bring some bud from Cali' and some coke from Cali' road, some cake from Nilly Vanilly
Best watch the cork when I bust the champagne
Heard it was your birthday so I wish you all the best, good luck
Thank fuck, luckily I can say times have been worse
Got some spare change now but I spare a four
And the word on the wing, a prayer for a man on a bird
Man chef it down and roast it, forefathers turn leftovers into eau cuisine
And these hard times are just the hors d'oeuvres for the main course
This game takes time and may contain shot so Adonai double check the menu now
And check the price of each choice, so there's no shocks when the cheque comes through
Adonai give thanks on my people
The men who came with shields and shelter when the tanks came through
Tax paid, tax due, debt soon paid and the new rent price soon come through
'Cause the bricks went up, now we break them all down into bite-size chunks
And eat every meal like it's our last one, we ain't on death row
But I'm on the phone every night to my sugar sayin' "Sweetie, man's soon home"
Man soon come through with everything I done said I would do
I'm standin' on my word and I'm countin' on you