As I remember it, it starts off in a pretty cluttered park, with papers and stuff lying around. There was some type of harpsichord music in the background. Then the janitor comes on with a wastebasket, and also one of those sticks with a nail at the end. Sets the wastebasket down. Looks at the park, picks up a paper with the stick, and tosses the paper in the trash. He comes up and looks at the camera, with a sort of grin on his face, then points his index finger as if to say “Just a second,” turns around, picks up some more trash, and tosses that in. He repeats the actions, with looking at the camera and picking up the trash, until he gets all the trash picked up. Then, looking pleased with himself, he takes off, and that part’s over.

After they show another skit (insert your favorite letter/number skit here,) they come back to the park, with different harpsichord music. An old man comes up with a newspaper, sits on the edge of the wastebasket, looks at the paper for a few seconds, then balls it up and tosses it on the ground, and walks off. There’s a closeup of the paper. Then, the music changes to a faster-pace tune, and the little girl runs up. She sees the paper, there’s another closeup of it, then a closeup of her, she sticks out her tongue, you hear someone say “Yeech!” She picks up the paper, tosses it in the trash basket, then runs off. The music ends, and she repeats “Yeech!” And then the skit’s over.

Real life was never like this
The door opened as I fell trough
Minds of man like piss
Learning is a thing of the past

The door has opened and closed
I’m locked inside this out side world
Why the fuck no one knows
Why the fuck am I trapped like this

World of Forgotten minds
Living on parallel lines
Forgotten people of the past
In the human race
I came out last

I’ve been left behind
Left behind with human kind
I want to go away
I’m with these people every day

Human kind was left behind
And I don’t want to be here
Human kind was left behind
And I don’t want to be here

World of Forgotten minds
Living on parallel lines
Forgotten people of the past
In the human race
I came out last

Purified sounds brush ’em on like paint
Teenage dream to work with Ron Saint
Home he ain’t, we layin’ tracks in Cali
The dude is excitable as a pep rally
Since the days of The Eds
in the westside keeping it real
Got nothing to hide
Now we are a number there is none greater
Take me out sound king yo peace see ya later

Let’s step out tonight, all night
The feel is soothin’
(Like disco, step out tonight)
Let’s step out tonight, alright
It’s a fellow feelin’
With my friends, once again

Grape Vess soda pop licorice stick
Aunt Mary’s summertime backyard picnic
“Did you dring my beer Doug?”
Yeah I did it
Don’t tell me to bring you a beer if you think
I won’t sip it
Swingin’ on swingin’ on jungle gym sets
Daddy talkin’ bout the horses he bet
When I got home my friends phoned
Hey holmes

Let’s step out tonight, all night
The feel is soothin’
(Like disco, step out tonight)
Let’s step out tonight, alright
It’s a fellow feelin’
With my friends, once again

Eat smoked fish that is my favorite dishx4

Let’s step out tonight, all night
The feel is soothin’
(Like disco, step out tonight)
Let’s step out tonight, alright
It’s a fellow feelin’
With my friends, once again

Eat smoked fish that is my favorite dishx4

Mr. Thompson calls the waiter, orders steak and baked potaters,
He leaves the bone and gristle and he never eats the skin.
The busboy comes and takes it, with a cough contaminates it.
Throws it in a can with coffee grounds and sardine tins.
And the truck comes by on Friday, and carts it all away.
And a thousand trucks just like it are converging on the bay. Oh…..

Garbage, garbage, garbage….

We’re filling up our seas with garbage (garbage, garbage…)
What will we do when there’s no place left to put all the garbage (garbage, garbage……)

Mr. Thompson starts his Cadillac, he winds it down the freeway track,
Leaving friends and neighbors in a hydro-carbon haze.
He’s joined by lots of smaller cars all sending gases to the stars.
There it forms a seething cloud where it hangs for forty days.
And the sun beats down into it,
With an ultra-violet tongue.
Turns it into smog
And then it settles in our lungs oh…
Garbage (garbage, garbage…..)

We’re filling up the skies with garbage……
What will we do when there’s nothing left to breathe
But garbage…….

Getting home and taking off his shoes, he settles with the evening news,
While the kids do homework with the TV in one ear.
While Superman for the thousandth time sells talking dolls and conquers crime,
Dutilly they learn the date of birth of Paul Revere.
And there’s a piece in the paper about the mayor’s middle name.
He gets it read in time to watch the All-Star Bingo game oh
Garbage, garbage, garbage…..
We’re filling up our minds with garbage……

What will we do when there’s nothing left to read?
And there’s nothing left to need?
And there’s nothing left to watch?
And there’s nothing left to touch?
And there’s nothing left to walk about?
And nothing left to talk about?
Nothing left to see?
And nothing left to be but….
Garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage……..

[Krayzie]
Yeah, Bone Enterpri$e in tha muthafuckin house, nigga!
Yo, y’all muthafucka’s that didn’t think we was comin’ out
Check this shit out: I got my nigga Layzie Bone in the muthafuckin’ house
Bizzy Bone in the muthafuckin’ house, Wish Bone
And the muthafuckin’ bomb is in the muthafuckin’ house
We gonna do a little something like this…

Yeah…Now Krayzie Bone has got the gun
So let’s proceed with lychin’, yo
My uzi weighs a ton
So now you know what I’m bitchin’, ho
The weapon is kept in inside the trunk of the 9-ball
Put triggers on niggas
In rivers, that’s where they find y’all
So drop to your knees
That’s the position, assume it bitch
You slip and you’re soon to get
Fucked up by a lunatic
Decide to pack a gat
Well that’s the way I prefer
Your forty-four might do damage
But see my streetsweeper’s much worse
My shotguns are cocked
Make sure you’re stayin’ in line
Me twenty two is no fun
So let me play with me nine
I’m steppin’with the Enterpri$e
My only army brigade, and if I drop
Then I just throw this like a hand-grenade

[Bizzy]
You see no pistol’s in the holster
Watch the dot’s on your forehead
I’m gunnin’ while you’re runnin
And there’s plenty of bloodshed
There’s no sympathy over killin
I already warned you
You crossed the path of a maniac
So now you’re a goner
Don’t ever step up in my face
‘Cause stupid bitch, you’ll get served
Get on my dick, and stop steppin’
I’m startin to loose all my nerve
Your thirty-eights, your forty-fives
Ain’t doin’ shit to me
Punk, ’cause once you’re disabled
Believe you’re gonna get stomped
‘Cause you ain’t nothin’ but a ho, and of course
I hope you get smoked. I put a gauge to your throat
And it is murder Bizz wrote
See, I’m unloadin’ while you’re foldin’ on your niggas
The usual, doublecross me
And I’ll bet that I’ll be laughin’ at your funeral

[Layzie]
Now, see, I’m robbin’ and killin’ and stealin’
Makin’ a dope-dealin’, that’s what I do daily
‘Cause Layzie gotta make a livin’
And I don’t give a damn
I take your life for what you got
If you got what I want, then you gonna straight-up get shot
A bullet to your forehead, there be a couple more, bitch
Yeah, I perp like I’m your nigga just to get your ass misled
That’s when I rolled up in your house and take your shit away
Thought you had a friend, but I’m a nigga gettin’ paid
Real swift, here’s a gift, comin’at you is a bullet
The psychopathic nigga on the trigger, they gotta pull it
And I ain’t never had no gratitude
Layzie Bone be crazy killin’ with a ganksta attitude
Buck, The Enterpri$e is breakin’ ’em down
Me breakin’ ’em down, man
Bump the Enterpri$e is breakin’ ’em down
Me breakin’ ’em down, man
Me breakin’ down, me breakin’ down
Me breakin’ down, man
Wish Bone, come down, man

[Wish]
Now we hittin’ niggas up, and we ain’t comin’ cheap
You wanna jump? Feel froggish, muthafucka, leap
We gettin’ drunk, start shit, drinkin’ sixty-four’s
I brought a liter. Where’s your posse?
Smack your fuckin’ ho. I got your bitch on my dick
Because I’m here for my cap down
When steppin’ through C-Town
You better be strapped down
The bigger my trigger
The deader your nigga is found on your doorstep
So how do you figure that you’ll be the one
To unload in my fuckin’ chest
So when you catch me steppin’
I got the weapon that is kept in on my hip and
Why you trip and find your clip
And tell your bitch to suck my dick
Wish Bone’ll pop that ass quick, fool
Don’t try to fuck with this ganksta attitude

Buck, me breakin’ ’em down
Once again me breakin’ ’em down
Krayzie Bone, come break ’em down
Krayzie Bone come break ya down

[Krayzie]
I’m steppi

Baby . . .and I went down town
Everybody said I was foolin’ around
Pick me out from all the rest
And I love that…I gotta see it
And I seen it all, shinny cars

Now baby…and it’s all the same
Everybody told me, that…you are the same
I love that girl with all my heart
And I love my girl
I seen the world… shinny cars…again
I seen the world…shinny cars

And I wish to hell, I never fell in love at all…again
I wish to hell, I never fell in love at all

Gangster’s Moll
Gangster’s Moll…one more time

Gangster’s Moll
Gangster’s Moll

Chorus:
If you got a man
But he ain’t treating you right
You should stay my way
Even for just one night
I’ll give you what you want
Kisses you’ve been dreaming of
That’s why they call me
They call me the gangster of love
When your man’s away
When you want to play
I’ll give you what you want
Kisses you’ve been dreaming of
That’s why they call me
They call me the gangster of love

It’s time to make your move
We can’t be wasting time
I’ve got a funny feeling tonight
I’m gonna make you mine
I’m gonna give you the love
You know that you deserve
Tell me what you want
Our moment isn’t ready to stop
Candlelight, roses and champagne
Let me kiss your lips
Your never gonna be the same
Rest your head upon my chest
Close you’re eyes
Let the gangster do the rest

Chorus

Don’t let him bring you down
I don’t wanna see you cry
Baby, if he’s bringing you pain
It’s time to say goodbye
I’ve only got one night
I gotta catch my plane
Let me hold you now
Your never gonna be the same
Dim the lights, girl let me hold you
Baby, when I’m gone
Remember what I told you
When you need a night of love so true
Hold on girl
The gangster’s coming back to you

There’s Frank James and Jesse James
Billy the Kid and all the rest
Supposed to be some bad cats
Way out in the West

If those cats could of dug me
And my gangster ways
They would have hung up their guns
And dug into their graves

Cause I’m a gangster
A gangster of love
I’m a gangster
A gangster of love
Now look here
When I go into a bar
Girls from near and far
Say I’m a gangster
A gangster of love

I jumped in my white horse Cadillac
I rode across the border line
I roped 55 girls
I kissed them all the same time
Took 25 or 30, put ’em all on a freight
There was a million dollar reward for me in each and every state
Sheriff says is your name Stevie “Guitar” Miller in a very deep voice
And I said yes sir brother sheriff, and that’s your wife on the back of my horse
I can’t help it
I’m a gangster
I can’t help it
You know, I’m a gangster

Boy, we gettin’ ready 2 get funkier than a sack o’grandaddies
1,2
1,2,3
Heh heh, roll it (Gett off)
(Gangster) (Gett off)
(Gangster) (Gett off)
Yeah, summertime
(Gangster) (Gett off)
(Get on up and jam)

Well as I G-E-double-T-O-F-F
Ganster Glam in the house and I must confess, see
That this is the shit P
Servin’ them a New Power Soul
4 those who would ever try 2 rock the NPG
4 those who are wondering, a family is born
And God bless us cuz we’re funky
Everything we do is on a positive tip
And got a message 4 a sucker with lip
Tell ’em, Rosie
(Let a woman be a woman and man be a man)
Yeah, U tell ’em, baby
And as I put the Mmm in Man
I’m kickin’ the Gangster Glam

Gangster (Hahaha) (Gangster)
Gangster glam (Gangster)
I’m kickin’ the Gangster Glam
Gangster (Gangster)
Gangster glam (Get on up and jam)

Well as I G-E-double-T-O-F-F
Ganster Glam in the house (Gangster)
The style we’re sportin’, the ladies and the fellas, hmmm
Godfather III meets Barbarella
Hmm, U can believe, a gangster never thinks twice

(Gangster)
(Gangster glam)
What ya say fellas?
(Gangster)
(Get on up and jam)
Roll it

Gangster (Gangster)
Gangster glam
It’s summertime and I’m rollin’ (Get on up and jam)
Send the shout out
(Power 2 the people of M-P-L-S) {x4}
Send the shout out

What’s my BMW definition?
The Black Man’s Wish
All the heads of the family
Will fall when we drop this
And the fact that we’re funky
Will keep the jeeps boomin’ 4 the hip-hop junkies

(Everybody grab a body, pump it like U want somebody)
(Get-get-get-get-get-get on up and jam)
I’m kickin’ the Gangster Glam
(Everybody grab a body, pump it like U want somebody)

And see U lipsynchin’ suckers
Listen, we don’t go 4 that
And U can believe we’re bringin’ the live performance back (Gangster)
So don’t U come 2 the concert 2night
Cuz we’ll send U home wishin’ that U had came right
Mmm, clockin’ the jizz, gettin’ the bizz
Playin’ strip pool with Vanessa
Sweatin’ in my typhoon (Gangster) (Get-get-get-get-get-get on up and jam)
Yeah, that’s my ‘do, fool

(Gett off) Gangster glam (Get-get-get-get-get-get on up and jam)
It’s summertime and I’m rollin’
(Gett off) Gangster (Get-get-get-get-get-get on up and jam)
Yeah
(Gett off) Gangster glam (get-get-get-get-get-get on up and jam)

Groovin’ 2 the Gangster Glam
With the fellas (Gangster)
The Beamer – Chiquita yellow
Clockin’ all the jizz (Get on up and jam)

Gangster (Gangster)
I love U
Yeah, I love U 2, I love U 2
Gangster glam
Yeah
(Get on up and jam)

(If U think U’re funky)
Are U funky?
(Then come on and ride the donkey)
Then ride it, hahahaha
Gangster (Gangster glam)
(Everybody grab a body, pump it like U want somebody)
(Get-get-get-get-get-get on up and jam)

(How much money U got?)
Gangster grands (Gangster)
Groovin’ 2 the Gangster Glam
Gangster
Gangster glam
Groovin’ 2 the Gangster Glam (Gangster)

(I like ’em proud)
Groovin’ 2 the Gangster
Groove-groove-groovin’ 2 the
Groovin’ 2 the Gangster
Groove-groove-groovin’ 2 the
Groovin’ 2 the Gangster
Groove-groove-groovin’ 2 the
(Get on up and jam)
Gangster
Groovin’ 2 the Gangster Glam
(Get on up and jam)

N.P.G. (N.P.G.)
Who turn the mother out? (Who turn the mother out?)
N.P.G. (N.P.G.) (Gangster)
Who turn the mother out? (Who turn the mother out?)
{crowd noise}
Gangster
(Jam)

What we gonna do when we wanna get funky? {x4}
(Hold it, Fred!) {Aunt Ester sample} {x3}
(Jam) {x3}
(Gangster)
(Get on up and jam)

What we gonna do when we wanna get funky? {x2}
(Gangster)
(Gangster glam)
(

-Master P- (talking)

Yo, Boo, uh, I know I ain’t never told you this before but, uh, I was just
trying to get my hustle on. But you know what? I just need you to be there for
me, cuz, uh, gangstas need love too.

-Lawand/Mercedes-

Since you’ve been away I’ve been down and lonely
Since you’ve been away I’ve been thinkng of you
Trying to understand, the reason you left me
What were you going thru?
I’m missing you (gangstas need love too)
Tell me where the road turns (echoed)

Verse 1 – Master P –

Uhhhh, I got you livin’ in mansions
Jumpin’ out of Benzes (honk, honk)
DKNY clothes but get fake president’s Rolex watches
You used to wear Swatches
Done took you out the ghetto, now your name is Miss Versace
Alligator Purses, M?et with your Reeses, Hershey
Miss Rev-e-lon when yo’ lips an’ hair an’ toes on Tuesdays and Thursdays
Even though I’m livin’ wrong, tryin’ to get my hustle on
I want you in your birthday suit when I make it home
So I can Uhhhh then squeeze ya’, tease ya’
You wanna rub me? let the Ice Cream Man please you
I ain’t got no nine to five
Hustle just to stay alive
Keep you on your game
Give you a pistol with your cute .45
Heiffers decieve ya, cuz they wanna be ya
Tell you I’m a thug and they can’t wait till I leave ya’
So think about what I say and fuck what them hoes say

Chorus -Lawand and Mercedes-

I’m missin’ you
Tell me where the road turns (echoed)

-Verse 2 – Master P-

You was a high school queen
Met me sellin’ ice cream on the corner went double-up servin’ Fiend
Even though I’m a thug, ya love me
If sex was a game, we’d a play rugby
I got you flyin’ first classes on planes
Jumpin’ offa’ trains
Takin’ cruises on boats, sippin’ champagne
Rollin’ out the red carpet when they see ya $10,000 mink coat
That’s why them hoes wanna be ya, but they can’t
Taking trips in Land Cruisers
Droppin’ off cash to the bank
But they don’t know what you done see
The shit i done put you thru
??? you done take for ya’ boo
The FED’s harass you
The lies you dont told for me
And when i went to jail you found a way to visit me
Runnin’ up ya phone bill
Sometimes the kids didn’t even have a decent meal
It ain’t no limit to this ghetto love
Even though i mighta’ slangin’ drugs
You still showed me love
That’s why I’m here for ya’, Boo
But just remember (uuuhh) that gangstas need love too

CHORUS

Verse 3 – The Shocker

I got a ??? and i wonder why and i wonder what she in me
And man I can’t lie
Cuz i’ll be hustlin’ , hangin’ wit my homies all night ch’all
I’ll be hustlin’ from the morning to the night fall, aight ch’all?
It’s kinda hard tryin’ to stay clean
Tyrin’ to chase dreams
Tryin’ to make it happen
But this rappin’ ain’t what it seems
Know what i mean?
Now thru thick things ya’ stood beside me
When I was on the run, you help me on the real
Tryin’ to make a mil but on the real
That’s tight but a little money can’t buy me
I need someone who could be trusted
Take this hundred g’s in case a nigga like me get busted
Ya’ blame it on my mom’s lifestyle
My thuggish-ruggish friends
Ya’ keep tellin’ me
My fine lifestyle gonna havta come to an end
Ya’ gotta’ realize I ain’t tryin’ to be no broke fart
I’m takin’ the chances now
Cuz it’s gonna be hard for our future sons and daughters
I’m tryin’ to take trips to Reno
Cash chips like casinos
Live life as a high roller
Silkk the Shocker make moves like Valentino
I only got one chance, so I got to take it
If you could just be patient
Down for the silent 20 just for waitin’
Yo’ mom think I’m a thug
She still don’t like me
Ya’ friends think I’m a ghetto thug
But this is ghetto love that they can’t s