Yeah, say what Now how the god damn pot go and call the kettle black? that bull shit Yo, but this ain't though Chapter 7, Verse 1, Attention [chorus] All Balls Don't Bounce, some balls roll and some balls hang And some people have a ball doin' they thang Now what's the result? Your life is biased All one-sided surrounded by liars Trials and tribs It's all ad-libs, and all breakin' you a coupla ribs Now what if I breaks the tail on the lizard Is it gonna grow back? It is and you know that But that ain't the case I picture the place I capture a kodak and show dat face You're just a shit stain on the draws of life And the trials of life, and the styles of life You won't be happy 'till you lost your life Or lose your mind, or die of boredom Or try to kill 'em all and let your God sort 'em Better earn your keep, and learn to leap Or burn in your sleep Tryin' to get a little somethin, yo I peep You bein devoted, but you shoulda let it seep thru the mask you Sported [with chorus in background] You ended up a swiggler caught in a swiggle Just gimme the signal And I'll state the terms As long as I can be there with fate to change You smokin sherm Or whatever the name, you're a trivial part in a trivia game Now what's your aim? a presidential campaign Like Ross Perot, he lost it though But he got a billion in da bank for show Oh me I'm po' and you like me But I don't like you, nigga you all fronts And I won't let one apple spoil the bunch Now get yo' hat & get yo' coat All afloat, we goin' back to the real I got a question, answer me this What if me and you got caught in a twist And you accidentally got caught by the fist What's the gist, or what's the justice Or better yet what if I had got busted For tryin to go out like General Custer Well kiss yo' family, meet me at the juncture Better have a little bit a acupuncture I reckon that you gonna have to smoke another bongload to get you Enough To open your mouth Because I doubt that you know what it's really about [Chorus] Heard you keep your jewels in a safe That ain't safe with a $10 locket I keep mines in between my front pockets Cause I'm a darkie and they want me Castrated, assassinated, well here's your merit Better wear it With pride, just don't get all mushy inside And don't get pushy Or wishy washy, your heart is squishy When it should be strong, your tail is bushy When you shouldn't even have one Do you want another big hit of the bong? All Balls Don't Bounce, now you wanna get indignant Show your stupidity and act all ig'nant Now you got pigment, so you my kin It's like the hand it's still on ice So you might starve tryin' to carve you a slice With a little brown rice and some black eye peas
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