Crazy Cane The Real Milli Vanilli

Do you have time for a pleasant experience?

(Who's buying the record?)
(Who's, who's buying the record?)

(The street people of New York City)

(Go, go, go, go)

Weight reduction already startin'
Like he was in a death camp ten years marchin'
On and on, workin' for the masters
Scratchin' like a dog for the rock you're after
Beggin' like a beggar, stealin' like a thief
Not takin' one minute to get a bite to eat
I remember when they used to call you chill
If somebody said you basin', you bang 'em in the grill
Not one year later, it is a trip
You're so goddamn smart, you couldn't raise a fist
Just the other night while I was sippin' on Bacardi
Had to stop and throw up 'cause I was thinkin' 'bout your body
Used to be my homeboy, used to be a lotta things
Now you're a slave to your grave and crash and hit
To think it all happened in just one hit
Tryna cop a buzz from the crazy shit
You can't cope without your dope now, that's all that it is
But to the pusher, it's your soul 'cause your soul is his
Walkin' like a zombie, don't even know your mommy
Best friend is the rock, but then the rock is the biz
Think about it