Screwball - Communications (Prince Ad) Lyrics
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yoJust got off the jack with my son thats up northTellin me he's comin home, and how he's gettin off'Cuz his game was weak, killed two months, he's back in the streetsWith new plans, to expand, to jerk his mans manWe had the ultimate stick up, drop, on the brick pick upBut yo he can't, 'cuz he's still locked upJump back on the horn 'cuz his vibe was strongContacted the kid and told him lets be goneI talked to Poet first, yo son, I got a mish-shonGrab the ammunnish-shon, pump up your pythonsI know a spot where niggas gettin it, and we can flip onSon they frustrate me, 'cuz these niggas pump with no heatThey play the night time sweet, like they can't get beatI got their address, to where they rest and stash their shitYo, I peeped it out how we can creep, yo yo yoThese niggas stay sleepMakin sales, smokin out, and they all get ?geeked?Lets catch 'em zoning, brain under, high and headed home andWhen they least expect it, lets put the gat to his domeHe stuck the key in the door, we ??? four fourWe pushed our way in, we wasnt playinReady to spray 'em, tied him down to the A.M.Now we layin, for a beamer, and some ***** named FatimaChorus: Prince ADCommunicate for the cake, polly for weight outta stateDown on digits on the Isle with son we can't be lateWe got moves to make, flood the whole New York stateTime to skate to other lands to put food on our plateCommunicate for the cake, polly for weight outta stateDown on digits on the Isle with son we can't be lateWe got moves to make, flood the whole New York stateTime to skate to other lands to put food on our plateNow we travel with the ?Crills Rock?P, Noyd, Onsl
