m beaten up Put up your blue umbrella Have a little courage to tell him, tell her But it is now or never Forget about the rain and all the crazy weather
'm giving, baby, you know who the truth is You know where the safe at, you know who my boo is Never had a fake bag, always on that new shit You the only beat
car crash, in front of me But I'm not there, I'm everywhere, there I shut my ears, a long time ago, More comfortable, an' less vulnerable I may o' miss a beat
like cocoa Smooth keep it moving at the back now Free as the needle that's moving through the track now Hands keep the drummer's beats we need new sticks
run in, burn the barn up Shots'll tear ya Sean John and Phat Farm up I never got a Soul Train award Never lost to emcee's as lame as y'all Trick a bitch
' vestibule Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin' Heat from the noggin', keep on sparkin' Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin' Cop off the lot never
Never met anything like my safe heart guys Big up my north west south east types Every section where my connection lies East side boy made the crowd go loops Never
in jewels Stay a brother the all means Acgo the weather My crazy clique is too clever You should know to come better 'Cuz we taking loss never Post
as well as you Nobody wanted to fuck with the white boy Dre I'm crying in this booth You saved my life, now maybe it's my turn to save yours But I can never
it as well as you Nobody wanted to f-ck with the white boy tramp, crying in this booth You saved my life, now maybe it's my time to save yours But I can never
My features form with a change in the weather Weekend, we can work it out My features form with a change in the weather Weekend, we can work it out When
in the weather Weekend, we can work it out My features form with a change in the weather But in the weekend never, there's a change in the weather We
mama doing drugs At times it's hard to feel blessed In this madness I holla at my nigga in the sadness Remember when your mama tried to beat you with
. yea..yea Aint nothing... to the next life Fool aint nothing changed Roll something up mama We fucked up Make sure of it .. (First verse) Uhhh.. Never
in school, Gotti back to actin' a fool But seekin' some knowledge, southwest community college Took hold a nigga, enrolled and showed a nigga When Gotti around, ain't enough hoes for niggaz Never
he put me in a rage I play KRS and throw that ass off the stage So give me my props because I always stay clever And ain't nothing changed but the weather