Original version Thinkin of a master plan
Cuz aint nuthin but sweat inside my hand
So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent
So I dig deeper but still comin up with lint
So I start my mission- leave my residence
Thinkin how could I get some dead presidents
I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid
So I think of all the devious things I did
I used to roll up, this is a hold up, aint nuthin funny
Stop smiling, be still, dont nuthin move but the money
But now I learned to earn cos Im righteous
I feel great! so maybe I might just
Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive
Then maybe Ill stay alive
So I walk up the street whistlin this
Feelin out of place cos, man, do I miss
A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of
Me and eric b, and a nice big plate of
Fish, which is my favorite dish
But without no money its still a wish
Cos I dont like to dream about gettin paid
So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made
To now test to see if I got pull
Hit the studio, cos Im paid in full
perverted version I made looooong time ago
Thinkin of a master clit
Cos ain’t no gap for me to commit
And you must admit we need to make it
I givin’ permit for big dick shit
So I start my mission - leave my villa
With my opposition horny as gorilla
I need pussy - I used to be a stick-a-dick-up kid
So I thinkin’ of juicy things I did
I used to rock the hole up, now I got to hollup
AIDS aint nothin' funny, take chips from my grammy
Gotta buy some latex until day is sunny
Now Im using condoms cos Im righteous
I wanna fuck – so maybe I might just
Search from the ass to cock
Its enuff hard – maybe I could rock the spot
So I searching thru the street – lookin' for hoes
To give em some high-pressure blows
A PEN and a pussy, mussy and juicy
Me and my hoe and big fussy
Glass of sperm, she was a pro' firm, she had no germ
So open up ur gap, its time for invade
Cos I dont like to dream about gettin laid
Watch my blade drillin’ and my balls playin serenade
She was ridin' and testin' my bull
And I bussed on her face - that was a Laid In Full