2002-08-16 - 6:07 a.m.
Righteous funk master
I gotta give you mad crazy props
the pop shove it disaster
wherein you pulled out all the stops
Tubular top dawg, Holmes!
You did the grind into the masses
Ultimate air over catacombs
The losers can all kiss our asses.
I would've loved to see that move
don't you know how much it meant
You were the front stall in my groove
And I'm so missin' you I'm bent
If you give me one more chance
I promise you the earth and sky
One more half pipe, motion stance
I'll treat you so good that you'll cry
You're worth it to me, my sweet baby G
If you'll just let the Jammer come see you
I won't ask for more than what you gave to me
And I swear I won't slam or un-free you.
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