ocho, cinco Dancing With the Stars, bullets and fast cars And everybody bleed out here, word to God Now Blood the fuck up Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough luck And
Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down And dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down Half a mile from Tucson, by the morning light One man gone and
how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh, and while
gum and candy, some magazines and snacks, Some startin' over money that I've been holdin' back, A change of clothes and notepad to write a letter back
a railway Looking at the sky and its full moon In the back of my head I feel the rumbling wheels Shaking my memories It's getting darker and darker and
Pauly Shore And, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out And we went into a tailspin And crashed into a hillside And the plane exploded in a giant fireball And
back to nothing Nothing bumpin' goin' to jump I did it then and that is where I'm from And I can do it again and again and again and again Sweet breeze
Deciphering wrong from right Dodging these institutions these niggas shooting Puttin' the oldest far from life, Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality Now it's a
a thug, you better get ready for war. If you a hustla, make your dough. If you a gansta, let your gun smoke. Krayzie: Took a trip out to Texas and I
We believe, we believe Climb a tree for monkey business Write a check out to forgiveness All the world on half an acre Pushing dirt into a quaker Climb a tree for monkey business Write a
the truth Lift us up to the heavens for a birds eye view One woman for me Other half of my soul, you're my queen One woman for me Other half of my soul
sky And my equipment just keeps standing by The planets glow and intensify I am the pilot of a cargo airplane That travels through your veins When you are lying half
to one It?s all about life I have waiting a chance to regain Now I standing with a half full of stain It?s all about life I?ve been trained now I?m ready
to ignore Masculine, you spin a spell I think you'd wear me well (Amy, Amy, Amy) Where's my moral parallel? It takes me half an hour to write a verse
to ignore Masculine you spin a spell I think you'd wear me well Amy Amy Amy Where's my moral parallel? It takes me, half an hour to write a verse He
, go, pick my weed up Broke? I ain't turning your C to a D cup **** I'm a G, I never give my keys up Not even half if you didn't sign a pre-nupt Watch
chose Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass And
slept on my hoffin and koos word 2 dantan pillow and Cool B Switchin speeds like Bruce Lee riding a Fuji in a movie I rock it on the one F Da 2, 3 funky