All that I need
Look at all the love that we found, oh
I won't run and pull one jack move
They love her for the Kingston sound,
Flava Flav and I-C-E
Once said somethin' that made me
Want to burn my liquor store down to the ground
But I just can't leave the pad
'Cause I'll surely wind up dead
'Cause I know they're out there waitin'
And watchin' for me
Still I got my yellow cat
And my wooden baseball bat
And my shiny silver gat
And if my homie got my back
Then I've got
All that I need
Look at all the love we've found, oh
I won't run and pull no one jack move
They love her for the Kingston sound
Oh
I wont slip and I won't trip
Send Matt Vargas to regrip
While I'm wrenchin' on my ride
In that secret pad where we hide
There's always lotsa fun stuff to do
Like relax and design a brand new tattoo
Play with my crossword puzzle book
I'm even learnin' how to cook
Have you seen little whore, baby
Someone said that she stole my Freddie
And then she made off with my last clean rig
I'm gonna kill that funky ditch pig
So what?
Outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my secret pad
'Cause I know you're talkin' bout me
Makin' it hard to live
But I don't no want no dick don't want no money down
My secret tweaker pad is now the hottest spot in town
Take it nice and easy,
Don't want no sheriff breakin' down the door to raid me
'Cause all that I need
Look at all the love we've found, oh
I won't run and pull the one jack move
They love her for the Kingston sound,
Baby wanna give me kisses sweet,
Only for a night with no repeat
Baby wanna give me kisses whoa
But the taste of honey's worse than none at all
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