Critters lotto Sick To My Stomach

John Lennon/Paul McCartney

I once had a girl or should I say she once had me. She showed me her room. Isn't it good, Norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere. So, I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.
I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine. We talked until two, and then she said, "It's time for bed."
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh. I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath.
Then when I awoke, I was alone. This bird had flown. So, I lit a fire. Isn't it good, Norwegian wo

Yo for truly we representing for the love of this (this is a love story)
Yeah This one is dedicated to all my niggaz in central New Jerusalem
All the brothers who picked up that ring after I put it down
And took Miss Ghetto to be their unlawfully wedded wives
Poor Righteous Teachers representing the nine

It's like that and you don't stop
She's like cocaine running around my brain
Miss Ghetto be like cocaine, running around your brain

I know some crack slingers, crack slingers and cracker shankers
They soldier-train us, teaching their kids to murde