Welfare Love

Hey baby, this the one Dr. Dooom I 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 It's welfare love, section eight It's welfare love, section eight 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" (Too much noise, oh, too much) It's welfare love, section eight It's welfare love, section eight It's welfare love, section eight It's welfare love, section eight Grabbing crackers out the 'frigerator I was a terrible masturbator I was looking at Black Tail and Penthouse Since I was in a incubator With Similak 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 Vitamin 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 pea coat filled with mothballs Lint everywhere with UTZ chips livin' debonair Fly girls with onion rings on the staircase I had Pro-Keds with Lee suits 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 was a nerdy On the Bronx streets I was seven thirty Girls you was infatuated with my quarter fill (Hey baby, check this out) It's welfare love, section eight It's welfare love, section eight It's welfare love, section eight 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 (Welfare love) It's that old ghetto smell in the house People comin' over to borrow sugar That's the way I like it Cereal all over the floor