All that I need
Look at all the love we found (oh)
I won't run and pull the one jack move
They love us for the Kingston sound (oh)
Flava-flave and I-C-E
Once said something that made me
Want to burn my liquor store down to the ground
But I just can't leave my pad
'Cause I'll surely wind up dead
'Cause I know they're out there waitin', and watching for me
Still, I got my yellow cat, and my wooden baseball bat
And my shiny, silver gat
And if my homies got my back, then I got
All that I need
Look at all the love we found (oh)
I won't run and pull the one jack move
They love us for the Kingston sound (oh)
Oh, oh
I won't slip, and I won't trip
Send Matt Vargas to regrip
While I'm wrenchin', on my ride
In that secret pad where we hide
There's always lotsa fun stuff to do
Like relax and design
And a brand new tattoo
Play with my crossword-puzzle book
I'm even learning how to cook
Have you seen that whore, Betty?
Someone said she stole my Freddie
And if she made off with the last clean ring
I'm gonna kill that fuckin' ditch pig
So what?
Outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my
Outta my secret pad
'Cause I know your talkin' about me, baby
Hard to live
'Cause I, don't want no money, dick
Don't want no money down
My secret tweaker pad is now the hottest spot in town
I gotta, take it nice and easy
Don't want no sheriff breakin' down the door to raid me 'cause
All that I need
Look at all the love we've found (oh)
(Three, four)
I won't run and pull the one jack move
They love us for the Kingston sound (oh)
Baby, you wanna give me kisses, sweet
Only for one night with no repeat
Baby, you wanna leave and never go
But the taste of honey is worse than none at all
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