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Hey babyThis the one dr. dooomStill love you cause you ain't plasticMakin them peanut butter sandwichesBabies cryin, runnin around with dirty diapersThe way you used to make the cool-aidWith the weave all in your hairEven some droppin down in my soupI could excuse that..It's welfare love, section eight! (4x)Girl we been through a lotEvery season i used to bug you out on the couchFor different reasons, you thought i was crazyCatchin a greyhound bus down southCollectin lightning bugs and bring a dead mouse in the houseHoldin a fortune with a jar of termitesI used to blast the delphonics in a glowing room with black lightsColt 45 had me sportin a wig like billy deeI was a melle mel fan, always bumpin run-d.m.c.We stuck together when one of my parakeets diedYou broke down and cried, for the love of animalsI used to always cut the legs off a roachSee if he'll stay there on a piece of tissueAnd give him a piece of toastThat morning, he would wake up and be goneWhat, the insect had a ambulance?SongtexteAs a little boy eatin ice cream in the cold project apartmentI used to see rats dance, my aunt used to lay down the poisonAnd say, "why'all makin too much noise and.."(too much noise and.. oh, too much!)It's welfare love, section eight! (4x)Grabbing crackers out the 'fridgeratorI was a terrible masturbatorI was looking at black tail and penthouseSince i was in a incubatorWith similak aimin my bottle at a fine nurse's ass-crackIt was a pleasure to collect antsHavin em in my billy the kid pantsAllergic to chocolate, chewin oreo's and i couldn't stop itI remember the days when king vitamin was in the supermarketcool-aid was syrupy, my mom used to make it real slurpyDon't believe in santa clausThey had a dope peacoat filled with mothballsLint everywhere, with utz chips livin deboinairreFly girls with onion rings on the staircaseI had pro keds with lee suitsAlways used to stare in your faceTake you on the roof, check out my pigeon coopDressed up like draculaEatin a slice of pizza on your stoopNeighbors knew i was a nerdyOn the bronx streets i was 7:30Girls you was infatuated with my quarter fill(hey baby, check this out)It's welfare love, section eight! (4x)Yeah.. it's welfare loveYou look so beautiful baby.. welfare loveWith your long hair.. welfare loveThe way you got it done..Sewed in.. welfare loveBabies walkin around cryin.. section eight, section eightFood all over the floor..The kitchen sink, messed up.. wel-fare love!It's that old ghetto smellIn the house..People comin over to bottow sugarThat's the way i like itCereal all over the floor Aus Songtexte Mania