Once moved mountains Now in the rear view mirror Divine compromise has taken root Hand held and guided To each destination Robbed of my powers but not
on With these borderline blues, one more night From a whisper to a shout before the flame burns out Tomorrow is forever, so, hold on one more night Borderline blues
in her blue jean blues She was a perfect girl Livin' in a perfect world A tightly packed package from her head to her shoes So stylishly ripped in her blue jean blues
Translation: Little Feat. Borderline Blues.
Translation: Little Feat. Blue Jean Blues.
Translation: Little Feat. The Blues Don't Tell It All.
Translation: Little Feat. Spider's Blues Might Need It Sometime.
Translation: Little Feat. Apolitical Blues.
Rappers go six feat under Rappers go six feat under Rappers go six feat under Rappers go six feat under You're scared straight as soon as G Rap penetrates
twice as bananas with no chorus Uh, yeah, it's suicide murder In the hood like catalytic converters On the block like Lego in the streets like street light Three Little
(feat. Mistah FAB) [Chorus:] Sit back get get dat dough Put em in line like tic Tac Toe Wolfpack hollaback b to da o Red light green light g g go Don
Don't want no speedballs 'cause I might die trying Throw me a line, throw me a line 'Cause there's a fat man in the bathtub with the blues I hear you
I swear by god I'm not Spike Lee, I skip my school days (Fuck it) I ran with old heads (old heads) In 89, who push 98's Blue haze through deuce treys
that you 'bout to move mom boy make moves mom, soon mom, trying to get us away from them nosey neighbors and the boys in blue mom, but I remember them
Dark Age' With the simplicities of bigotry And to whom all the world's a stage These little 'John Bullshits' know That the press will glorify their feats
Dark Age With the simplicities of bigotry And to whom all the world's a stage These little John Bullshits know that the press will glorify their feats
UHH yo I get these crazy chills from you And when we done, yo I know the perfect meal for you The mashed joints, big onions on sauteed fish Little Royal
he sick P-89 thats what i handle my beef with Put them hollow tips under your arms Like speedstick Ride through your hood In a blue impala Like we crips