My version of the new Nelly Furtado song. Recorded 01/31/07

i left fredrock when pops sent mama bookin
to the city starin at us on the promenade in brooklyn
witherin heights
livin the life
still driftin
piff in the pipe
hittin it twice and im real lifted
cigarette price
sick of it
this is my last pack
sippin on jack black
mix it with flat tab
on broadway all day
where my broad stay
when im tapped for cash she grabs the tab
back to lab
low potion number 9
romance slow jams do the bump and grind
lemme do a latteral throw it from behind
give it to her long like terrell owens and shes wide
call the play, now she head coachin and she fine
the way she gave brains really
opened up my mind
good at playin games
got me actin like a child
but im gettin too old to chase you round while you hide




left fredrock when cops said that i was pushin
comissioner starin at me on a cot in a central bookins
`whitherin heights
fist in a fight
still kickin
this isnt right
sick of my life
but im still livin
know what i know
still knew what i knew
you do what you do
keep everything new like your shoes
so fresh aint ya
complex by nature
bit i digress while you hide your anger
behind designer aviators
red eyes never high
but you cry all the time
like a baby in a manger
im one of 3 wise guys
you would go see
mike, me, then your r.o.b.
had your diamond open like r-o-c
had your vagina open like your heart wont be
i wont cry till you die, and your heart dont beat
guess i should cry cuz your heart dont beat


Hook:
I KNOW WHAT I KNOW
WHAT YOU TALKIN BOUT (X4)