naw we don't dance
we gangsta lean


get slapped up quick
sex machine


you can't touch us
now come and love me now
come and love me now





we point the fingers
away from the mirrors


it may take several
or maybe never


we are the tabloids
false pretenses


null and dull senses
yeah there're relentless


media spin zones
wireless telephones


can you hear me
can you hear me




pick it up

take it down