Lletres:
S P O C K Beam Me Up

into different partitions Many of them fought a war without any logical missions Beam me up there's no intelligent life down here where I am The computer now told me

and take a ride on the paranormal side (K.C. Thomas) aiyo wassup yo it's me yo wassup K.C. Thomas represents the T-dot the O-dot K.C. rock the block

GGG-u not! Acting big on the radio, to me you not You can ask Mr. CCC who hot Tony Yayo I bet 10 G's you flop Run up on that new 300 C you got Stop hoping

(feat. Big Boss) [Z-Ro:] H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S Where you can get good weed good drank, or even get put to rest Down here we rep the Screwed Up Click

that comes with it You can keep it if I can't hit and quit it because It's D-J Q-U-I-C-K who you thought it was C-O-M-P-T-O-N, flossin the proper buzz

gettin' closer and closer to the T-O-P I'm H-O-T, bitches say I'm a D-O-G I'm on surveilance all day be the S-P-D's In my heart I feel, fuck the police

Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life [K.T.] You bet it's me, K.T., new S-U-S-P-E-C-T Living better and cutting and trying to stack my

me that) First Verse [Baby] I need me a lick, to come up on a hundred G's (How B?) Movin' these fuckin' kees (Where B?) Run em' in that U.P.T. (And

tomorrow to top it off after all of that make yo mamma get borrow this h.c.p. is a gang this h.c.p.'s in my vains and I'm a stay drankin liquor nigga