my name was Our only contact was a form for the election These days I find that I don't listen These days I find that we're out of touch These days
hair. I'm tired of tryin' to get through. These days you try to be a hero, and your wife'll end up wearin' black listenin' to a 21 gun salute. I just
but the tidbits vary Never been like me and never been like this My flows are crisis, they scream in high pitch Gun cock, pause And I'm well aware of the gun
Nigga the crew feel better when well rounded (chea) Still rounded (chea), dress square but a nigga well rounded Grounded like I came home late on my curfew And proved I was better
made You pick Jay they North white the shit grade Your cousin looks mad ready to let the clips spray Out of a week I stay in a lab for 6 days I run my
with 'em [Hook 2x [Juvenile]) [Juvenile] You better know that me and Wayne want the cash, or we bustin' ass ?soon as I get out of my Jag with a gun
We be in the 5 with the goose headrests L.O.X. put niggaz under pressure You shoulda knew that, it's always them new cats that'll get ya Better start
like that, you know it's real You're in the right damn town to get killed It's all about the game and nothin' else You come out here, you better watch
from a gun We out here trying to make hard white into cold green I can help shorty blow out like Afro-Sheen Plus, I can relive my days of youth which
of 130, and my gun dirty 'Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or catch one early You wrong, tryin' to touch me, what type of shit you on? You better
I reflect back on those days, my heart aches And everybody I lost or let down, I wish I could take it all back And make it better but I can't, so I try
s good... Ok, what we were talking bout before, They're gonna be fifty thousand balls... Twenty-five now and twenty-five later... And you betta know that
it to them Nate Dogg (HEY)(sing it man) [Verse 1: Nate Dogg] Back in the days I use to like bitches (uhh) but I tell you now days Bitches Ain't Shit (
of heart And suddenly, his conscience comes into play} Alright, stop! (Huh?) Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store And try to get money out the drawer You better
day Puffy white clouds in front and behind say Don't go back to gun metal grey day Don't go back to grey days Try to find some better ways Try to shine
But it's so hard to escape Oh lord please send me an angel To lead me out of this place Take me awwaaayyyy Away, far away to better days [Verse 1] First
Norwich, last train to Norwich Last train to Norwich, last train to Norwich Yea summer days that blind your face Will soon be dead and gone Better get
Verse) Now I just wanna fuck mad bitches, for all the days I never On second thought, I always had em though But now they look better, and quicker to