Then, there are the times in my life When I feel, trapped Feel there's, no way out No escape To be honest, I don't know where my life is goin Where I'
your, play your piano now All right, ah, do it, do it, come on now Play on it, play on it, make daddy now Daddy daddy daddy, play your Ooh, Lord, all
And that's what the whole thing's all about If it had not been for Lorraine I'd have left here long ago I should have been a musician I love the piano
I was livin' like a hit man Face down in the guarantees Jaundiced honchos gettin' busy with ease Because I get down, I get down I get down all the way
the piano with two hands Should've learned Two hands come in handy, it's the way of the world Boy you're not being good to me You gave me a piano with
I guess they figured they get away, and wouldn't have to answer back to Kray, and Lay, Bizzy, Wish, Flesh-- remember that, I on the way. Told 'em I'm
see the light of day why? cause you made it that way ohhuhhohh yeah yeah you made it that way i was gonna write you a love song but you screwed it all
Well, all right Don't worry, we gon' be here all night And you know a nigga rep that Westside (Westside!) Westside, Westside! So te-te-tell who the freshest of 'em all
boat to China All to myself alone Bette, I didn't know You felt that way about me I don't, I need a piano player Ah, just like the old days You're not
the highbrows get together It's just too right, they all congregate and all night hop And what they do is ooh boppa dap Ole Hammer Brown from way across
Sit yourself down Bang out a tune on that grand piano Sit yourself down Lay languidly down upon that sofa Oh, isn't it nice When your heart is made out
't have to be a Mozart No, if you just play it from the heart Oh, the way you're playing that piano I got a Mozart of my own The way you're running up
, (it's all you Yuk) the highest niggaz in the industry, an when you see us backstage, nigga, pass that weed. Verse 5 *(Yukmouth)* 40, y'all
On your mark, so ya ready? (Let's go) Wow, okay, here we go again You see the wind I'm blowin' in and I'm like a manglin' The way that I'd be manglin
All the things that I needed I wasted my chances I have found myself wanting When a mother and father Gave me their problems I accepted them
Well fine, don't you do what I want you to Yeah, don't degrade yourself the way that I do 'Cause you don't depend upon all the shit that I use To make
and got strapped up I love that drama shit I'm all gassed up I lit that kush up and got doughed up And thought about all the foul shit I did I can't
throw it all away Sometimes late at night When there's nothing here except my piano I'd almost give my hands to make you see my way Stand tall, don
