We All Got Dreams And We All

The Inside Of My Wallet Is Pasture(past Your) Green.

Word On Road Is The Clique About To Blow. You Ain't Gotta Run And Tell Nobody They Already Know

It's Such A Small Place, Not Much To Do But Talk And Listen. The Men Are Jealous And The Women All In Competition.

I Could Teach You How To Speak My Language, Rosetta Stone.

Even When The Phantom's Leased, Them Hoes Wanna Get In.