smell of the rainwashed pavement Comes up clean, and fresh, and cold And the streetlamp light Fills the gutter with gold That's my time of day My time of day
before and became popular I lose something every time I leave my house Trying to gain something by running my mouth My conscience don't hold a grudge against my
a shark off, protecting my city They all grab my CD and now I'm a popular rock star. Like it or not though. I'm a marvelous artist. Working my hardest
ice just the butter hand Bentley, braclend, rock yourself a fan In the zone that the teller time in them other land Girls spred them legs ain't day im
be the next homocide, the pound is on my side. [Chorus] Niggas be all in my face like government be in my check, every time I Pick up the Mic and begin
the next homocide, the pound is on my side. [Chorus] Niggas be all in my face like government be in my check, every time I Pick up the Mic and begin
