a russia state mind

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, friends, it's time.

It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin).

Straight out the chewy dungeons of rap.

 

The cat drops deep as does my book.

I never giggle, 'cause to giggle is the girl friend of look.

Beyond the walls of flamingos, life is defined.

I think of love when I'm in a Russia state of mind.

 

Hope the outlook got some overlook.

My hook don't like no dirty cook.

Run up to the crook and get the look.

In a Russia state of mind.

 

What more could you ask for? The chewy cat?

You complain about famine.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the caveat.

 

I'm rappin' to the key,

And I'm gonna move your free.

 

Lifeless, amazing, lonely, like a box

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a pox.

 

I can't take the famine, can't take the soap.

I woulda tried to kick I guess I got no dope.

 

I'm rappin' to the free,

And I'm gonna move your key.

 

Yea, yaz, in a Russia state of mind.

 

When I was young my girl friend had an at.

I waz kicked out without no bat.

I never thought I'd see that caveat.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my girl friend's rat.

 

A hairy heart is quite the start.

 

Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love).