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Well he was smilin' like a vulture when he rolled up the horticulture Ignited it and said "I hope the vapors don't insult ya" What I replied denied, but he mixin' weed and hop His head was noddin' up and down like he agreed a lot Bored, said "we need a plot", I comply "let's leave this spot" Hopped in the Granada, he's impressed by the beat I got His name is "hay-zoos", but his pimp name is jesus Slapped a ho to pieces with his plastic prosthesis "Nigga, don't you know that I'm yo daddy" said he This is true plus he schooled me for my macin' degree "Never plea, try not to flee, make niggas pee when you stick around" This man my momma had found taught me to put it down I press the gas to the ground to show that I'm a hound Letras de cancionesMake sure the gear rubber sound is heard throughout the town Thirty years ago jesus could pull a ho quick, But now he fifty and his belly hang lower than his dick Philosophy that he spit, stuck in my memory chips And now he's puttin' in a disk of gladys night an the pips And then that shit starts to skip, he said "somebody musta scratched it" Put the forty to his lips and pour the contents down the hatchet Now since my adolescence 'cause of his pimp lessons Smack my women in the dentals, just for asking silly questions Relationship reduction to either rock the box or suction Ain't got no close patnas, socially I can't function From the pen he would scribe, on how to survive "Don't be microsoft, be macintosh with a hard drive" Used to tell me all the time to keep a bitch broke Did I mention that my momma was his number one ho Clunked the forty on the floor and placed his palm on the dash And wheezed out, "Come on man, make this motherfucker mash" Ain't gonna mash to fast, 'cause my tags ain't right Me and jesus the pimp in the '79 Granada last night Oakland, do you wanna ride I can't hear ya, Oakland do you want me right now Oakland, do you wanna ride I can't hear ya, Oakland do you want me right now City lights from far away can make you drop yo' jaw Sparkling like sequins on a transvestite at mardi gras There's beauty in the cracks of the cement When I was five I'd hop over them wherever we went To prevent, whatever it was that would break my mommas back Little did I know that it would roll up in a Cadillac And matter fact, she couldn't see him like a cataract And on the track, she went from beautiful to battle ax And back at home, she would cry into her pillow Vomit in the commode, I was six years old I would crawl into her lap and we would hug and hold Never knew how she was sufferin' from my folded clothes She asked me what I thought of jesus when he broke off some bread I said "he missin' an arm and he seem like a pee-pee head" She said "Don't cuss", and my teeth to go brush And get ready for bed, and the toilet to flush With tears in momma's eyes I was her everything Before she went out on a stroll she'd tuck me into bed and sing You're just too beautiful for words You're just too beautiful for words You're just too beautiful for words You're just too beautiful for words I see the read and white lights as the ambulance flies Reminds me of midnight in a dope fiends eyes And my nine year old self as paramedic's leave, left to ball my eyes on a neighbor's sleeve To give illustrations that are clear and clean, I'll take you two hours back before this scene Early in the mornin' when the sun starts to creep When birds start to chirp and crack heads go to sleep Mom was comin' in, i hear her keys go clink Wearin' nothin' but pumps, bikini and fake mink Even though she served for 50 dollars a pop Hardly had enough for rent after jesus re-copped That day the landlady got her rent before he got his knot Slammed mommas head against the front bolt lock Then the pimp with one arm done harm Reached back and plowed into her head like a farm Never saw the act, locked in the back I was cussin' Heard the blap blap of twenty head crack percussion And body blows, her body froze from low blows to the spine I was hysterically cryin', all she could do was whine She didn't even have the strength to say I love you Boo But I said it to her and she knew that I knew She was dead by the time the ambulance got on the case But I never will forget the plastic hand stuck in her face Stopped at the intersection to ask jesus 'bout direction "'S go to Frisco," I got very friendly vocal inflections Mob a left at Macarther to continue in flight Me and jesus the pimp in the '79 Granada last night Oakland, do you wanna ride I can't hear ya, Oakland do you want me right now Oakland, do you wanna ride I can't hear ya, Oakland do you want me right now The rain dropped giant pearls, God was pissin' on the world Or that old man who was snorin' rolled on over and hurled My temperature gauge read cold and blistery Spinning wheels made a piece of asphalt history This was jesus debut out the penitentiary Fifteen years, but it seemed like a century See he went in the pen for some other murder drama Twelve years old I wrote him quote I want to be a pimp comma You accidentally killed my mom, no playa hation points You know how bitchas act, shit, exclamation point At first it was a set of moves, then it was the truth His letters were the only friend I had as a youth But his lop sided game, see was really counterfeit So my little son dominic thinks that I'm a dick 'Cause I was runnin' round like a little baby jesus To me women had to be saints, ho's or skeezers And I don't think that this goin' end 'til we make revolution But who gonna make this shit, if we worship prostitution Ain't no women fin to die for the same old conclusion Put they life on the line so some other pimp can use 'em Pulled into the vacant lot, road to recovery Pulled out my pistol as we brushed against the shrubbery Jesus said, "Why the hell you pointin' a gat" So I pulled a piece of game I could use out the hat I said, "This trip is over. we ain't fin to ride on This is for my mental and my mother that I cried on Microsoft motherfuckers let bygones be bygones, But since I'm macintosh, I'm gonna double click yo' icon" He struggled for life, then gave up the fight Me and jesus the pimp in the '79 Granada last night Oakland, do you wanna ride I can't hear ya, Oakland do you want me right now Oakland, do you wanna ride I can't hear ya, Oakland do you want me right now And I still remember momma You're just too beautiful for words You're just too beautiful for words You're just too beautiful for words You're just too beautiful for words Oakland, do you wanna ride I can't hear ya, Oakland do you want me right now Oakland, do you wanna ride I can't hear ya, Oakland do you want me right now Oakland, do you wanna ride I can't hear ya, Oakland do you want me right now Oakland, do you wanna ride I can't hear ya, Oakland do you want me right now From Letras Mania