S.T.P.

All that I need Look at all the love we found (oh) I won't run and pull the one jack move They love us for the Kingston sound (oh) Flava-flave and I-C-E Once said something that made me Want to burn my liquor store down to the ground But I just can't leave my pad 'Cause I'll surely wind up dead 'Cause I know they're out there waitin', and watching for me Still, I got my yellow cat, and my wooden baseball bat And my shiny, silver gat And if my homies got my back, then I got All that I need Look at all the love we found (oh) I won't run and pull the one jack move They love us for the Kingston sound (oh) Oh, oh I won't slip, and I won't trip Send Matt Vargas to regrip While I'm wrenchin', on my ride In that secret pad where we hide There's always lotsa fun stuff to do Like relax and design And a brand new tattoo Play with my crossword-puzzle book I'm even learning how to cook Have you seen that whore, Betty? Someone said she stole my Freddie And if she made off with the last clean ring I'm gonna kill that fuckin' ditch pig So what? Outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my Outta my secret pad 'Cause I know your talkin' about me, baby Hard to live 'Cause I, don't want no money, dick Don't want no money down My secret tweaker pad is now the hottest spot in town I gotta, take it nice and easy Don't want no sheriff breakin' down the door to raid me 'cause All that I need Look at all the love we've found (oh) (Three, four) I won't run and pull the one jack move They love us for the Kingston sound (oh) Baby, you wanna give me kisses, sweet Only for one night with no repeat Baby, you wanna leave and never go But the taste of honey is worse than none at all