LYRICS: "POOR MAN'S SALSA" FROM "THE DARKSIDE OV HEAVEN"

Poor Mans Salsa


Don't Stop

I be drinking in the morning
Talking shit to my neighbors
got the flavor that you need
Like my daddies aligators
Savor all my rhythm style
Driving drunk and naked wow
Yous a freaky freaky one
Searched the world and here you come
Messing up my leather couch
No sitting down and waiting now
Sell the music get it out
So fresh and dope
u hear the crowd
We doin all nighters
No sleep hangovers
You got some girls call em over
Damn we met in Minnesota
Mix Bacardi with the soda
Nothing changes we just older
All you Haters help blow me up
Like syrup watch you slo on up
I'm counting all my dough up
Twon't listen if you poor a
Messgae up into the chorus
So let's talk about these whore

None of y'all really got a thang on me
Rock on the mic and I made the beat
You silly little fuck when I puff the weed
Picadilly Homie u can't do like me
I do like you
When I find my groove
I move so true move ya booty boo
To all you faker non love makers
Do you love ya family like you love the lakers
them flags on ya car
Boot on my car
Looking for the meter maid
Kill them all
My shower is a disco
She's from frisco
relationship fizzled
Blast that missle
Up in the middle
Wit widdle
Now she's widow
I kilt yo little
memory
So into me
So follow me
To extacsy

Don't save fast food and heat it up
ya toes messed up a midget beat em up
Yo
Make a show pop I'll seat em up
Money like women never ever enough
I spit my rhyme
U do the crime
I get the dime
I use my mind
drunk out
On sunset
Ill crunk up the coatcheck
We high as a muthafucka
Ride with me muthafucka
Girls on girls I'm good with that
Just let me watch and feel the cat
When he speaks on the beats
I'm a king
time ain't cheap pay attention to me
I learned my game from the streets
Only suckas don't know how to eat
So That's me that top MC
That's me that top MC

Ohh -Ahh-yeah
I'm caught in the middle

Don't Stop