have to try so hard If you wanna know how to get to me Then follow the map to my heart Just follow it, baby, to my, to my heart Just follow
't have to try so hard If you wanna know how to get to me Then follow the map to my heart Just follow it, baby To my, to my heart...
Translation: Dion, Celine. Map To My Heart.
t have to try so hard If you wanna know how to get to me Then follow the map to my heart Just follow it, baby To my, to my heart...
that) Long Beach is on the motherfuckin map The city by the sea, R.I.P. J.D., you know about the L.B.C. My niggaz love the stellas, cold-hearted killers
Dimengo on a horse named Bingo A fugitive lookin' for puff switchin' my lingo Stayin' at a hotel called the Pink Flamingo Callin' up MC from a Cuatro Cinco The set up, tryin' on my
kitchen table had my first meal, And at that same kitchen table seen my first mil, In that same backroom I seen my first half, And in that same backroom opened my
year The game needs change and I'm the mothafuckin' cashier Nickel for my thoughts, dimes in my bed Quarters of the kush shape the lines in my head Take my
' to find my way back, way back To you, baby Gotta find my way back, way back To you, to us, to love, love Man down, my heart's in your hands now Hid
' So I thought for a minute and said no I wasn't even gonna do a damned show 'Cos for me to change my words from my rhymes Is never gonna happen 'cos
'all wear silk Y'all drink forties, and I drink milk Cause that's my muthafuckin biz I never sell out, cause it's no sale, kid Hardcore to my heart from
I'm on the attack with my baseball bat That one rap brought many of us back All through my house I set up traps It seem like the rats have a map But
my brain But soothing my pain, I'm true to the game I got my mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer The