Don Cook - 1996 lyrics

[Verse 1] Simple imperfections are pointed out on the reg If the misdirection is the message, boy, I'm on the peg I'm the one-legged figure and I dig your simple style All the while, ladies move, and I love the women's smile Never dialed up a chick I liked, I missed the proper chance Pistol-poppin' hands can't just window-shop a can (Dump it) Dump it all on Sam, he's the clan's grand-uncle Bam, bam, shuffle the bodies up off the sand From Afghanistan to Atlanta, Pakistan to Savannah Keep tellin' yourself you're changing, you're angry enough to panic Light you up with the beat, abandon the use of fuses It's '93 in this music, it's futile, take me to school with Both the Doggystyle record, and Enter The Wu Venture the foggy-mile, answer the Q's Off of the top and on the bottom, we started and now we're near Cause I can hear the Molly poppin', it's obvious how ya' fear Wanna fit in with the populars, offer ya' all binoculars Y'all end up hoppin', but they drop ya' when the cops alert Dawg, ya' heard? Momma's gone to work And you ain't off to stoppin' her Officers got you coughin' till your coffins drop on top of ya' Let me knock off the ice, I'm nice enough not to chop it (cha!) Mice, I'm like with the profit, the cheddar is awfully white It's absent outta my pocket, I locked it all in my casket Practicing all my shots is the opposite of my tactics

[Hook] '96 b**h, '96 b**h '96 b**h, '96 b**h '96 b**h, '96 b**h '96 b**h, '96 b**h [Verse 2] I'll head on down to the market and talk it up with the cashier "Mighta heard of it last year, I murdered for all the cash here." Fastest I ever seen a person grab his beer and book it Add a tier to the booklet of cookin' it like it's caviar, yo Hold still or the pen'll go in your stomach Pinnacle of destruction, functioning off of substances Unknown, loan me the phone, I'm feelin' solely alone I hope you throw me a bone, cause I know the road'll unfold With most of the poems I've written This lo-and behold is my vision The mystic-ocean, I'm fishin' Enclosed in the boat is my kitchen How close to my home is decisions? So close to the shore, I see pigeons My flow is the most-deep and vicious Sufficient breath - My vision's twisted, it isn't the intermission I turn to the curtained stage, burnt at the stake the admitted Turn after wake's a mistake in the brain of executive labels Manifestation awaitin' the day to break thru the table Save your fables for later, the data made it okay to Make or break the relationship between a razor and hater Shave a face or delay, you mistakin' me for a waiter? I can serve you dick-filet on a plate, I'll save you for later '96 b**h