Dr. Dooom - Welfare Love | Текст песни

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[Production by KutMasta Kurt]

Hey baby,
This's the one Dr. Dooom.
Still love you cause you ain't plastic.
Makin' them peanut butter sandwiches.
Babies cryin', runnin' around with dirty diapers.
The way you used to make the Kool Aid
With the weave all in your hair.
Even some droppin' down in my soup
I could excuse that.

It's Welfare Love, section eight.

Girl we been through a lot.
Every season I used to bug you out on the couch for different reasons, you thought I was crazy catchin' a Greyhound bus down South,
Collectin' lightning bugs and bring a dead mouse in the house.
Holdin' a fortune with a jar of termites.
I used to blast the Delphonics in a glowing room with black lights.
Colt '45 had me sportin' a wig like Billy Dee.
I was a Mele Mel fan, always bumpin Run-D.M.C.
We stuck together when one of my parakeets died.
You broke down and cried, for the love of animals,
I used to always cut the legs off a roach.
See if he'll stay there on a piece of tissue
And give him a piece of toast.
That morning, he would wake up and be gone.
What, the insect had an ambulance?
As a little boy eatin' ice cream in the cold project apartment
I used to see rats dance, my aunt used to lay down the poison.
And say, \"Y'all makin too much noise and..\"

It's Welfare Love, section eight.

Grabbing crackers out the 'fridgerator
I was a terrible masturbator.
I was looking at Black Tail and Penthouse
Since I was in a incubator
With Similak aimin' my bottle at a fine nurse's ass-crack.
It was a pleasure to collect ants
Havin' 'em in my Billy the Kid pants.
Allergic to chocolate, chewin Oreo's and I couldn't stop it.
I remember the days when King Vitaman was in the supermarket.
Kool Aid was syrupy, my mom used to make it real slurpy.
Don't believe in Santa Claus.
They had a dope peacoat filled with mothballs,
Lint everywhere, with Utz chips livin' debonairre.
Fly girls with onion rings on the staircase.
I had Pro Keds with Lee suits.
Always used to stare in your face.
Take you on the roof, check out my pigeon coup.
Dressed up like Dracula.
Eatin a slice of pizza on your stoop.
Neighbors knew I was a nerdy.
On the Bronx streets I was 7:30.
Girls you was infatuated with my quarter fill.
(Hey baby, check this out).

It's Welfare Love, section eight.

Yeah.. it's welfare love
You look so beautiful baby.. welfare love
With your long hair.. welfare love
The way you got it DONE.
Sewed in, welfare love.
Babies walkin around cryin.. section eight, section eight
Food all over the floor.
The kitchen sink, messed up.. wel-fare love!
It's that old ghetto smell
In the house.
People comin over to borrow sugar.
That's the way I like it.
Cereal all over the floor.

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