tell me that you'll wait for me I'm leaving on a jetplane So tell me that you'll wait for me Tell me that you'll wait Tell me that you'll wait for
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but now I think differently You can help change things by learning more about your culture And believing in yourself, oh yeah, you gotta be joking It's no joke, tell me
when you tell 'em where you live Say "shh...", say "shh.." And if you know this is where you wanna raise your kids Say "shh...", say "shh.." If you'
sayin fuck that nigga Blow When they see me in the party, they better act like they know YO, we connectin dots that makes spots hot Uhh, to the beat'cha
Say, could you do me a favour? Could you beat me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush? Aynsley: Shhh . . . someone might hear . . . yes, beat me
;tell-lie-vision" Distorts your vision Now the lies got you wishin' thru transmission You wanna be a better christitan You wake up sunday mornin' to watch "tell
you afraid of you don't have to hide what you feel inside Chorus if you wanna tell me something why don't you just come around maybe you will lose if you
Still think you're tough Can you deal with the thrill do you fit the bill or Have the will Power that won't sour at the early hour If not tell me how are you
reform you, bomb you, warn you and teach you But couldn't reach you and you're still a hoe Your father said you was a hoe And when you leave me, bitch you
free prophecies Catch me settin' outer limits to these than HP to MC's that hate me probably cause they take themselves too seriously My fear is not being there you
of niggas, sayin fuck that nigga Blow When they see me in the party, they better act like they know YO, we connectin dots that makes spots hot Uhh, to the beat
trademark Overweight but I'll still move fast, on any beat that's hard You claiming to be battle MC's with tight flows and integrity? Blow me, you mother
say come you come, when they say go you go Eat what you're given and not what you wanted Limitations on your livin and you still gettin taunted If the
beats that make your body lose control And it don't stop a story telling never ending Cali's the setting the plots a pot forever melting Connecting cultures
reform you, bomb you, warn you and teach you But couldn't reach you, and you're still a hoe Your father said you was a hoe And when you leave me, bitch you
: Cleanser . . . cleanser . . . Aynsley: Say, could you do me a favour? Could you beat me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush?
