Songtext In front of the kids Extra Prolific

In front of the kids

Sit a little bit closer, who's the man supposed ta

give you that good time feelin on vibes at shows?

Amounts, accounts, how I bounce without

negativity but yet I still turn it out

When I was young I hung among them, that one sex

with thin flats, enough to pump and stuff and then back for more

Drank a little forty, called black women 'whores' (bitch)

Now this shit is still in store

It ain't no harm, you're just an etcetera instead of the

regular, bigger the better, holding your sweaters

Writin your letters, see all this changed

When we're in front of the kids

If none of ya did nothin I'd still be the same

So come borrow some scratch, that's if I'm livin phat

I'm hollerin out the ol school partners but I'm givin back

It makes no difference if a prince were rollin gun

If not then she wouldn't have to run

[* Toure' scratching *]

Now don't disturb this groove, that I made, you been played

It's fine and smooth, I just was one plus I'm dope and rhymin too/two

This package is complete, some need to stand it

but heavy hand it to the man in demand

Unique, you weak, you freaks, so spit the language I speak

I seek, I cheat when I'm in languishin beats

Up the strip bumpin E-40 & The Click

Sick from jumpin on hoes for numbers, I know you wonder

Why act up in front of the kids but don't sweat it, come on y'all

Use some common sense, put it in your hand, rub it, don't pet it

Confusin, who's in charge?

Choose to race, hold your place, don't lose your mark

Ain't nothin better than the man that can expand

the band of a camera, get the picture, switch ya just to hammer ya

What can I do?

(When we're in front of the kids)

When there ain't no where to run to

[* Toure' scratching *]