Hey little girl, I love you so I'd walk a 100 miles to let you know Hey little baby, your eyes sure shine When your hand reaches out and touches mine
the arms of the night With nowhere to go Standing out, out in the rain Looking for your way home You walked on, on through the storm Through fire and water
past to where there is no hope returning to the living waters mothers and fathers sons and daughters returning to the living waters just a few
just waiting for a 90-mile water wall To take me out of your view I'm praying for a trap door trigger I'm just waiting for a 90-mile water wall To take
and could?ve had Hey girl, what sound? A million miles of water That are flowing deep beneath this ground Now I?ve found you right here A million miles of water
put my pole to the river bottom And I've got to hide some place and find myself again Look out for me oh muddy water... Look out for me oh muddy water
Water dog, water dog, water got high And left you high dry, water dog I say one two three six seven nineteen You beat any dadgum I ever seen Water dog, water
never really started out that way I always meant to write you a letter I always meant to call you some day We came from across the water We drank the six mile water
mow the grass I don't worry 'bout the years that pass My wife is dead I live alone in my little country home I have my memories and dogs for friends I water
ya I represent California Home of the shooters The looters The drug movers Girl barracuda Set you up for the kill Where you're really not ballin unless you got 10 mill
die But that's not important, money's more important And understand I been in that water like I was snorklin' Understand I been in that water like I'
the bottom Where the roaches at Hit the light switch Where the roaches scat Bounce back, hella choppers More stacks, out the back To a bus nigga mill
From time, the great healer The Machine Messiah is born Cables that carry the life To the cities we build Threads that link diamonds of life To the satanic mills
more back rubs Not to mention I ball packed clubs His impacts about as raw as crack was Now all these new artists getting wrong deals I'm only twenty-one, sitting on mills
pumping, made it through my youth Walking very thin lines, ages seven and nine That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth I know the streets thirst water
Now my grandfather was a sailor. He blew in off the water. My father was a farmer and I his only daughter. Took up with a no good millworking man from
Now my grandfather was a sailor. He blew in off the water. My father was a farmer And I his only daughter. Took up with a no good Millworking man from
you can play on the fiddle How's about a British jig and reel? Speaking king's English in quotation As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust Water