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come unwound
And my friends in low places always brings the house down
They all put down there beer and wings
To hear (Cledus) the karaoke king

I'm
I'm breakin' up in the place where you layin'
You know, same shit every nigga done in his life
I lived to this wise, speak on what I want when I write
playin'
If I'm broke, then I'm breakin' up in the place where you layin'
You know, same shit every nigga done in his life
I lived to this wise, speak
broke, then I'm breakin' up in the place where you layin'
You know, same shit every nigga done in his life
I look at this, why speak on when I want when
tired
Desired, that was the beauty I admired
Out by the 41 Brook, no joke
Can I have a toke, finally, she smiled and smoked
Gave the girl my number,
I'm breakin' up in the place where you layin'
You know, same shit every nigga done in his life
I lived to this wise, speak on what I want when I write
We didn't have nowhere to live
We didn't have nowhere to go
Till someone said:
"I know this place off Burnett Road"
It was on the 15th floor
It
talking about, ‘I wanna see you deceased’

No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place for me
That never
doubt about it, niggas bounce to this ill shit
Real shit, Brook-lan, what the deal kid
Hydro in the ill whip, ride low
Then I'm wilted, duck 5-0
My
To find his country didn't want him back
Their bullets took his best friend in Saigon
Our lawyers took his wife and kids, 
no regrets
In a time I don't
To find his country didn't want him back
Their bullets took his best friend in Saigon
Our lawyers took his wife and kids, 

No regrets
In a time I
one on the piano, its unusual for the deep glow
That emanates inside it, when the wick is low
And the tall ones by the window, that she likes because
To find his country didnt want him back

Their bullets took his best friend in saigon
Our lawyers took his wife and kids, no regrets
In a time I dont
To find his country didn't want him back
Their bullets took his best friend in Saigon
Our lawyers took his wife and kids, 
no regrets
In a time I don't
in the hands of fools
With swimming pools and low iq's
There's nothing to see, nothing to do
Buy your stocks and sell your jewels

Bill collectors
How many years have passed me by?
Since I've stopped to take a look at all the changes in my life.
So many friends have come and gone.
But all
and Eddie had had it
Already by the summer of '75
From the high  to the low to
The end of the show
For the rest of their lives
They couldn't go back
A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I, face
A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I,face
A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I,face
and weak
Well, the place I love best is a sweet memory
It's a new path that we trod
They say low wages are a reality
If we want to compete abroad

My cruel
his country didn't want him back
Their bullets took his best friend in Saigon
Our lawyers took his wife and kids,
No regrets
In a time I don't remember
Chorus:
[Busta Rhymes]
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where
And the cold wind blow
He was brave but he lay low
By her body in the isle of mist
I saw her give him one last cold kiss
One last cold kiss

Now swans like
The money and the fame made us all change places 
How could it be through the misery 
That can't get past the hard times 
Made a true friend afraid to ask,