Lletres:
Sleep Station Home

fuck the world and make it come hard Yeah, you boys is washed up And I'm shittin' on 'em like two girls and one cup Weezy Baby a.k.a. "Bring The Money Home

snorted all her work, now she need me To do her dirty work It's a small world Nigga you reap what you sow What goes around, comes around If you sleep

get famous Joseph just to wear sunglasses cause you don't wanna get noticed once in a while I take em off and I'm like "arrr, thats too bright" because I sleep

Staring down at the rocks and the sea below I can hear the church bells ring I can hear the choir I remember the night she left I drove to the station

Then this boss wanders why I'm smartin' off I'm tired of being fired every time I fart and cough Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk For

pilots in night vision goggles Kuwaited and generals masturbated 'Til the fifteenth two days later they invaded Not a single T.V. station expressed dissension

(Violent J) If I was a Serial Killer they would find all my victim's heads in funky ass gas station toilets And if I was a Serial Killer I would be

At record hops he stayed out late And his mom would always wait To see if he had made it home alive She warned against his loss of sleep And driving

around and get your head burnt [Raekwon - Verse 3] I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten Island artifact Hip hop's never dead, the Cuban gave 'em heart attacks Sleep