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Hey baby
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This the one Dr. Dooom
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Still love you cause you ain't plastic
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Makin them peanut butter sandwiches
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Babies cryin, runnin around with dirty diapers
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The way you used to make the Kool-Aid
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with the weave all in your hair
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Even some droppin down in my soup
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I could excuse that..
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It's Welfare Love, section eight! (4X)
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Girl we been through a lot
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Every season I used to bug you out on the couch
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For different reasons, you thought I was crazy
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Catchin a Greyhound bus down South
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Collectin lightning bugs and bring a dead mouse in the house
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Holdin a fortune with a jar of termites
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I used to blast the Delphonics in a glowing room with black lights
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Colt 45 had me sportin a wig like Billy Dee
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I was a Melle Mel fan, always bumpin Run-D.M.C.
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We stuck together when one of my parakeets died
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You broke down and cried, for the love of animals
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I used to always cut the legs off a roach
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See if he'll stay there on a piece of tissue
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and give him a piece of toast
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That morning, he would wake up and be gone
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What, the insect had a ambulance?
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As a little boy eatin ice cream in the cold project apartment
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I used to see rats dance, my aunt used to lay down the poison
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and say, "Y'all makin too much noise and.."
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(Too much noise and.. oh, too much!)
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It's Welfare Love, section eight! (4X)
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Grabbing crackers out the 'fridgerator
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I was a terrible masturbator
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I was looking at Black Tail and Penthouse
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since I was in a incubator
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With Similak aimin my bottle at a fine nurse's ass-crack
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It was a pleasure to collect ants
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Havin em in my Billy the Kid pants
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Allergic to chocolate, chewin Oreo's and I couldn't stop it
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I remember the days when King Vitamin was in the supermarket
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Kool-Aid was syrupy, my mom used to make it real slurpy
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Don't believe in Santa Claus
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They had a dope peacoat filled with mothballs
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Lint everywhere, with UTZ chips livin deboinairre
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Fly girls with onion rings on the staircase
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I had Pro Keds with Lee suits
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Always used to stare in your face
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Take you on the roof, check out my pigeon coop
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Dressed up like Dracula
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Eatin a slice of pizza on your stoop
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Neighbors knew I was a nerdy
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On the Bronx streets I was 7:30
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Girls you was infatuated with my quarter fill
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(Hey baby, check this out)
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It's Welfare Love, section eight! (4X)
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Yeah.. it's welfare love
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You look so beautiful baby..welfare love
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With your long hair..welfare love
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The way you got it DONE..
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Sewed in..welfare love
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Babies walkin around cryin..section eight, section eight
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Food all over the floor..
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The kitchen sink, messed up..wel-fare love!
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It's that old ghetto smell
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in the house..
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People comin over to bottow sugar
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That's the way I like it
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Cereal all over the floor
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Welfare Love
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| Dr. Dooom |
