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mama for a dollar put a smile on my face
I'm drivin' all night
I end up in the same old place

My gypsy road can't take me home
I drive all night
mama for a dollar put a smile on my face
I'm drivin' all night
I end up in the same old place

My gypsy road can't take me home
I drive all night
mama for a dollar put a smile on my face
I'm drivin' all night
I end up in the same old place

My gypsy road can't take me home
I drive all night
combatant of America, welcome to the New World Order

This is the end of the road, this is the end of the line
This is the end of your life, this is
down on ya. 

So when it seems like every road your on has hit a dead end there is hope, let me show... 

I'm the street lights that guide you home,
eyes 

And let me groove you 
Got the phat groove... 

Salt N Pepa came back to the mic 
It's not the end of the road 
And like the boom in
this thing called rap
Cause, this hit the teacher on the roads often travelled
by the multitude, Culture Freedom knows it best
Some of them got a problem
Took my mind on this road, you too
I took my mind on this road, way through
I take your mind on this road, you do
I took my mind on this road, way
[E-40]
Trying to make it
It's been a long road
Sic-Wid-It Records

[Master P & E-40]
Oh! (C'mon, ooh)
Y'all feel that? (I feel it playboy, I
the road
You've always been a friend to me I know
I'll stick with ou till the end
Through thick and thin
You'll always be my best friend

[Chorus
A trip to the sweet shop oh was a treat
When your mama gave us 50p
What happened to those good old days
You ain't here with me

So how you been?
I
sayin yo what the heck, I am single
It's no reason why I shouldn't try to mingle
So I met this girl by the name of maxine
Her breath didn't stink she used
V shit 

And AIDS ain't the end of the world girls and us do kinky stuff 

And there's way to muff without the fluids touchin 

Never hide
killin you all
I'm the virus in the street that'll get in your paws
See me jumpin outta four-doors wit my road dogs
All you soldiers want wars when you
And AIDS ain't the end of the world girls and us do kinky stuff 
And there's way to muff without the fluids touchin' 
Never hide the truth if my body
Hustlin' gots to stack my dividends 

Deep down south I used to try to stack my fuckin' ends 
Hangin' on the set tryin' to stack some fuckin' dividends
Hustlin' gots to stack my dividends 

Deep down south I used to try to stack my fuckin' ends 
Hangin' on the set tryin' to stack some fuckin' dividends
comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If
niggas talk about when they get high
Passed out, hazy eye, lettin days go by
Bullshittin one another with the same old lies
Tryin hard not to show all
not told so I hold a swollen tongue
In Detroit I don't go by P, I'm Colemen Young
Holdin one with the tongue flow like Tiger Woods
Christina don't do it
I seen the hate when I seen the fame
Same niggas from my projects
I seen the lane and I mastered it
You fascinated by my progress
Boy I been on my P's
Underestimate, run up on, it's on now
Have your niggaz plottin revenge and puttin songs out
Demise by design, blueprints is drawn out
Flood crack back in
blunts later, and two and a half bottles of Don P.
Followed by four shots of whiskey, had me tipsy
But I still had game,
And thoughts are still running up
a video and let me keep it
You see I'm only doing it to show you I'm true
Nobody better gettin wetter just by huggin you
Screamed out I'ma end up lovin you
bitch and unload
Get yo feet muthafucka, hit the muthafuckin road

And don't even try to come back nigga yo
Cause me Dre and see got fingers on a fat