Robbin Hood

When I walk on the right side
Carry my gloves, no knife in sight
Who robbing
Who robbing who

When I walk on the left side
Don't be caught after eight you know why
Who robbing
Who robbing who

Little lady on the street, curb side
Little bitty baby in her arms so tight
Who robbing
Who robbing who

Big fat cat, biggest piece of the pie
High top hat, leaves no disguise
Who robbing
He robbing you

Gun to your head
They want your soul or your money
Robbing my mind with all their gluttony
Who robbing
Who robbing who

When I walk on every side
Got to cover my head to my ankle or die
Who robbing
Who robbing who