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