If we had known what we know now One year later, we'd still be around If we had known what we know now One year later, we'd still be around Around, around
Translation: Get Up Kids. One Year Later.
we had known what we know now One year later, we'd still be around. If we had known what we know now One year later, we'd still be around, around,
sleep at night you n-gga And it seems like I wasted time If thats what it's all about Mama if thats moving up than I When I become my mama's boyfriends Twenty years later
get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it
they hate you then they love you again get away from me loniless get away from me misery get away from me fake sh-t, I can't take the phoniness get away
checker like young money young'n when no playn the boy but i yet and i am your favorite kids choice award nick at night another year and my girls know
school, he started hangin' with some G's Drinkin' beer, smoking weed Two years later, one went to college Quick, he got a basketball scholarship His homeboy was in the hood, one
lie I have my doubts sometimes About the ethics of the so-called fairer sex Fair about what? But I find time goes by And one forgives as one forgets And one
is new? Fuck it what would Elvis do in your shoes? Now here I am three months later, full blown relapse, 'Just get high until the kids get home from
brought up in rap And I don't usually trip or damn get caught up in that But when they say one of the best I'm nowhere thought up as that, not even the
Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin', pimp shit All of this was around spring eighty one I was in the life and had a good three year run Anyway, one
can't deny it, I'm a straight rider But when we get together, be electric slidin' Grandma, get 'em shook up Aw naw, don't open the photo book up I got
but I be the better MC, 'cause my initials are official. Artificial styles get me riled up and thats rough, pup Your stuff sucks and I get wild and
'Cause he got what they want He under thirty years old but already he's a pro Designer trousers slung low 'cause his pockets stay swoll' Could afford to get up
canal to get her man some Clarks She said, "Be back in ninety minutes, Ghostface God forbid" She say, "Peace to W, who's watchin' the kids?" Two hours later
It's not the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass I'm not the one, double dus', waiting for the bus The fagot Nore son, now year later Lady 7th floor
No one had a reason for being in the Gulf We waited for congress to speak up illegal build up But no one would wake up Our representatives were Milli
