Slappin' In the Trunk Mistah F.A.B. Mistah F.A.B live lav and I'm gettin bread Plus I run in the bay like I'm Roger Craig I be all in the city eatin lots of cheese With my young hyenas that be poppin E's Throwin up my tee's Puttin on my face Shake it like I'm shootin dice in every place When I hit telegraph, I roll through the hat store Buy 6 A's caps man then I'm good to go Tell AC I'll holla walk out the door Hop in my scraper, but I dont close the door Leave 'em wide open all the way back to Oakland My game behind the wheel is one of the dopest My tranny is slippin, but I'm still dippin' Police right behind me, & I ain't even trippin' A ticket ain't nothin' I get em all the time Police wanna hate but they can't stop my shine Slappin' in the trunk Knockin' in the trunk Sounds like it must be a body in the trunk Cuz there'z Slappin' in the trunk Knockin' in the trunk Sounds like it must be a body in the trunk Shhh Dont tell nobody, Dont tell nobody Shhh Dont tell nobody... It's a body in the trunk Rappin on the track wit Mistah F.A.B It's Wolf Pack in the field with Thizz E.N.T 15 slappin' in the trunk Thump, Thump Niggas hangin' out the scrapers goin' dumb, dumb It got more bass then the shit on the streets I'm like Shaq in Miami cuz I still bring the heat When the middle touch the pinky and that thumb go up It must be that lil nigga comin' fuckin' shit up From the city of the hyphy and the sideshow biz Doors open, trunk stumpin' nigga's scrapin' they shit Its that thumpin' in the trunk That knockin' in the trunk It must be them kickers that's fuckin up ya trunk Im still Lil Uno Young hyphy of the click And I go dumber then ya average special Ed kid You can call me crazy but I'm just a lil twisted Cuz I drop more bars then a candy called Twix There's a heavy in the Chevy and I'm slappin' in the trunk Puffin on that purple man I'm stankin' like a skunk High ball on the on the scene gettin' stupid doo doo nuts On the flow hands high and I'm screamin' like what With my boy Across and I'm tryina floss Fitted caps white Tee and now feelin' like a boss Now I'm yokin' poppin' pease lookin' fresh in my white tee Baby get an eye, Im like oo I think she like me Boojie's poppin' nikes oo I'm hella hyphy Draft up in rhymes and in yo system like an IV Got no time for hood shit Trigga gettin' pulled shit But I scrape a nigga if he come here with that bull shit Fire on the track plus the beat gon slap Droppin' like a body like a bitch on the track So when you here me comin I be knockin' in the trunk But I probably gotta body up in my trunk

Home comin' parade You were the queen I was ridin' right behind you With the rest of the team Saw my ring on your finger As you waved to the crowd I didn't know a second stringer Could ever be so proud The car in front of me Was carrying What I loved more than anything My sweetest dream Was in the car in front of me On Wednesday nights We'd meet at church You'd bring the kids And I'd come straight from work Goin' home I'd read their lips Through the window of your van As they sang, 'Jesus Loves Me', I thought God, I'm a lucky man The car in front of me Was carrying What I loved more than anything My sweetest dream Was in the car in front of me Even after what the doctor said You were strong and you believed And you held us all together Through one more spring Their little hands Held onto mine As we sat in that back seat With tears in our eyes A long line of headlights Strangers stopped along the road No, Monday wasn't meant For wearing Sunday clothes The car in front of me Was carrying What I loved more than anything Oh, my sweetest dream Was in the car in front of me

If there's a goal that everyone remembers It was back in old seventy two We all squeezed the stick and we all pulled the trigger And all I remember is sitting beside you You said you didn't give a fuck about hockey And I never saw someone say that before You held my hand and we walked home the long way You were loosening my grip on Bobby Orr Isn't it amazing anything's accomplished When the little sensation gets in your way Not one ambition whispering over your shoulder Isn't it amazing you can do anything We hung out together every single moment 'Cause that's what we thought married people do Complete with the grip of artificial chaos And believing in the country of me and you Crisis of faith and crisis in the Kremlin And, yeah, we'd heard all that before It's wintertime, the house is solitude with options And loosening the grip on a fake cold war Isn't it amazing what you can accomplish When you don't let the nation get in your way And not one ambition whispering over your shoulder Isn't it amazing you can do anything Next to your comrades in the National Fitness Program Caught in some eternal flexed arm hang Dropping to the mat in a fit of laughter Showed no patience, tolerance or restraint Fireworks exploding in the distance Temporary towers soar Fireworks emulating heaven Till there are no stars any more Fireworks aiming straight at heaven Temporary towers soar Till there are no stars shining up in heaven Till there are no stars any more Isn't it amazing what you can accomplish When the little sensation gets in your way No ambition whispering over your shoulder Isn't it amazing what you can accomplish This one thing probably never goes away I think this one thing is always supposed to stay This one thing doesn't have to go away

Got a window washer's head For an unmakeable bed For loneliness The past is no place to- Rest your weary arms 'cept at sevens at your sides Your face a campaign debt reflected sky You die to your fans one window at a time, that's right Got a window washer's eye For an untuckable sky For lonely design The past is no place to- Try but I'll get my mind's armies moving at full stride They're singing in one voice, preoccupied And with nothing to say I'll sing it bright, that's right I am here, it's only me I ain't freed nobody yet It's just me, I'll just be a sec I'm a cleaner, I'm no threat No threat, no threat I'm a reader, I'm no threat Who sings lonely? Everyone sings lonely It doesn't sound so bad Who is free? Everybody's freed From the tired of being sad, so sad How will I know? How will I know if I'm helping? More so, how will she know if I'm helping? If I'm not in the saddle, I'm nothing, that's right I am here, it's only me I ain't freed nobody yet It's just me, clearing spider webs I'm a listener, I'm no threat I am here, failed and failing breath I'm a listener, I'm no threat No threat, no threat I'm a watcher, I'm no threat No threat (I am a Beatles fan)