Homeboy Sandman - A's, J's & L’s lyrics

Yeah, yeah yeah yo Lisa, Anna, Jasmine
Mad Annas, mad Lissettes

I love A's, J's and L's
I do alright with M's
Though lots of times we'll wind up friends
Done away with all the false pretense
Why would I pretend?
I stand out like a sore thumb on Hip-Hop DX
Well not really like a sore thumb
Since I'm having more fun
Plus I'm getting more done
I'm at the crossroads like an
Origami or the gun
Instead I'll blaze a trail like
Ballers out in Portland, oregon
That was me just warming up
These days I rock a beard like Lincoln
You just might've seen me drinking
Out the Stanley Cup
My favorite jam from Shai was 'If
I Ever Fall In Love'
My favorite jam from MOP was
'4 Alarm' not 'Ante Up'
Some people ask me why they call me homie
The reason is that while you listening
You get to know me
Pick a note that you can ride
On over when you lonely
Way I came up, though was ugly
I's so hungry I could eat a Shetland Pony
Finished flying off the handle
Now I handle biz people see me in the street
And holla what it is it's what exists
You heard that it was someone
That was running lips
You knew it wasn't me or
No-one I was running with
I'm at the table though like let
It ride and let her rip
And mind my biz, my mind is busy as 125th
Make sure it's broken before I choose to fix
Seen lots of folks that work
For Satan rock a crucifix
I'm where the future lives
Not the future of making music
As you can see I keep
It moving like a fugitive
Sosa ain't put any fillers in the mix
Just me and the regulars
The guerillas in the mist i'm the Comissh-
I know it must be dark behind your lids
And harmful far as hardening the
Heart behind your ribs
Yo I'd be glad to grant your wish
And set aside the dropping
Fries and flipping burgers
On the way to burn a witch
For making something of a beauty that'll last
Still be biting that's forbidden so
Is living in the past
In the building in fulfillment
Of the Farmer's almanac
'Bout to link wit Dwight or Desmond
Out on Farmers or the ave yo where you at
P's and Q's and these things
Too shall come to pass
When I came out with the lightning bolts
They thought i was a flash but in the pan
Like "sun'll never stick" but
They forgot the pam
Signed, the shit that gets
The fanmail, slash
The shit that hit the fan