[Part 1] where back were fresh and were here to stay so how could you come out and fade away were like the ice into water anda still inch shorter anda how bout are rap its what im bustin like the light were right over easy and white im beging to perform for the ladies in light well its the must soul trust never give me a bust weil make it or brake it like a rime in the bust through the city so quickly so livly and get it the bucher in the country make you beg for pity like the groove man tryin with the real niga gritit come make sweet love write off your CHOURES [Part 2]