"Poets" lyrics
Poets often use many words to say a simple thing
It takes thought, and time, and rhyme, to make a poem sing
Ok they ready to park in 4 row 9 for the Simple Green
Mr. Clean flushed it all down the Draino
Ploddin' off in the common knockin' that black flag
Bounce to the Roach Motel the [?] his ass
Slip my Black magic on her Brillo pad
I dish liquid, Ultra fibbin' spittin', like TV stuff
I'm on ya, put your lime away I got lava
You softs bruh, Rubbermaid call me father
Spick and span like Procter and Gamble
Armed with the hammer
Spray your star shirt like Niagara
Behold these hot shot, signal S.O.F
So be easy on the static guard your neck and chest
Poets often use many words to say a simple thing
It takes thought, and time, and rhyme, to make a poem sing
I'm in the truck turning corners with Melinda and Mona
They flew in from butt town and wanna see California
See im blue collar tinted shoe pimpin' they knew Prada
My intellect got 'em 'cause my mouth beats slaughta
Bang scorpio women you puzzle I never thought of
My strong willy dynamite dick in a blow they socks off
Better be a massacre, sink like Davey's Locker
Deep as an elevator shaft in Africa
Blackula [?] fizzin' off the Charleston Blue
Super fly Portuguese women im diggin' you
Egyptian and French call her cleopatra Joan of Arc
Make the monkey hustle hard
Bless the microphone to start
Poets often use many words to say a simple thing
It takes thought, and time, and rhyme, to make a poem sing
Uh, I hate this shit
Never paid a dollar for some collar
First time in Rhode Island got a proppa toppa
When I get a migraine I call a brain docta
When she starts the operation, you can't stop her
I wants no action if it's done with no passion
Somethin' mo' like a knob, or a pole lashin'
Often associated with Scully or Lewinski
Mulder, get your president on, tell him you busy
Yeah that's some of the coolest shit
I got full respect for [?]
Yeah, sometimes I gotta roll slow home
When this girl driving me nuts with some road dome
My favorite song is when she play the me flute
She turns my Air Force Ones into genie boots
Now she clean my cabinets all of the time
Didn't know she like to buff, wax, polish, and shine
Come on
Poets often use many words to say a simple thing
It takes thought, and time, and rhyme, to make a poem sing
Man I done scoured the hood looking for some of that good good
You know what I'm talkin' about
That shit that give you cotton mouth, man
Some smoke, some choke some dope, some dank
Some bud, some sticky, some grapes, some crumbs
I need an eighth, a dub, a qualo, [?], a elbow
Man, tryin' to tell you on the phone, man
You can't just hop on the receiver talkin' bout some reefer
Or cheeba, there are people man, you gots to be discrete
I want some fire, some bomb, some chronic, some kill, some green, some dirt
Anything but some dirt, man
Some doja, some rope, some bush, some fruits, some trees nigga
Do you got some weed, nigga?
Poets often use many words to say a simple thing
It takes thought, and time, and rhyme, to make a poem sing
Poets often use many words to say a simple thing
It takes thought, and time, and rhyme, to make a poem sing
It takes thought, and time, and rhyme, to make a poem sing
Ok they ready to park in 4 row 9 for the Simple Green
Mr. Clean flushed it all down the Draino
Ploddin' off in the common knockin' that black flag
Bounce to the Roach Motel the [?] his ass
Slip my Black magic on her Brillo pad
I dish liquid, Ultra fibbin' spittin', like TV stuff
I'm on ya, put your lime away I got lava
You softs bruh, Rubbermaid call me father
Spick and span like Procter and Gamble
Armed with the hammer
Spray your star shirt like Niagara
Behold these hot shot, signal S.O.F
So be easy on the static guard your neck and chest
Poets often use many words to say a simple thing
It takes thought, and time, and rhyme, to make a poem sing
I'm in the truck turning corners with Melinda and Mona
They flew in from butt town and wanna see California
See im blue collar tinted shoe pimpin' they knew Prada
My intellect got 'em 'cause my mouth beats slaughta
Bang scorpio women you puzzle I never thought of
My strong willy dynamite dick in a blow they socks off
Better be a massacre, sink like Davey's Locker
Deep as an elevator shaft in Africa
Blackula [?] fizzin' off the Charleston Blue
Super fly Portuguese women im diggin' you
Egyptian and French call her cleopatra Joan of Arc
Make the monkey hustle hard
Bless the microphone to start
Poets often use many words to say a simple thing
It takes thought, and time, and rhyme, to make a poem sing
Uh, I hate this shit
Never paid a dollar for some collar
First time in Rhode Island got a proppa toppa
When I get a migraine I call a brain docta
When she starts the operation, you can't stop her
I wants no action if it's done with no passion
Somethin' mo' like a knob, or a pole lashin'
Often associated with Scully or Lewinski
Mulder, get your president on, tell him you busy
Yeah that's some of the coolest shit
I got full respect for [?]
Yeah, sometimes I gotta roll slow home
When this girl driving me nuts with some road dome
My favorite song is when she play the me flute
She turns my Air Force Ones into genie boots
Now she clean my cabinets all of the time
Didn't know she like to buff, wax, polish, and shine
Come on
Poets often use many words to say a simple thing
It takes thought, and time, and rhyme, to make a poem sing
Man I done scoured the hood looking for some of that good good
You know what I'm talkin' about
That shit that give you cotton mouth, man
Some smoke, some choke some dope, some dank
Some bud, some sticky, some grapes, some crumbs
I need an eighth, a dub, a qualo, [?], a elbow
Man, tryin' to tell you on the phone, man
You can't just hop on the receiver talkin' bout some reefer
Or cheeba, there are people man, you gots to be discrete
I want some fire, some bomb, some chronic, some kill, some green, some dirt
Anything but some dirt, man
Some doja, some rope, some bush, some fruits, some trees nigga
Do you got some weed, nigga?
Poets often use many words to say a simple thing
It takes thought, and time, and rhyme, to make a poem sing
Poets often use many words to say a simple thing
It takes thought, and time, and rhyme, to make a poem sing
