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
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 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