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[Isaac Hayes]
When the sun goes down and the moon comes up
You can see a lot of things if you look deep enough
It's all around

[Guru]
The city
When the sun goes down and the moon comes up
You can see a lot of things if you look deep enough
It's all around

[Guru]
The city skyline, in
tell you about them baby 
But you were there, you were with me, too 

The heart is a hunter, the heart is a friend 
Searching the shadows, searching
you claim you got this and that by flippin crack, stop lyin, nigga you just rapped.

Lil Flip
A lot of Rap Cats rap about jewels, but that ain't rose
That'll really stimulate your mind
(Talk about gettin' high)

There are so many things you never showed me
There are too many things you let slip by
out the hayes blurry vision 

Think about the time in my life before I was in televison 

Hella women, jealous niggas up in my vision 

Since we all
of the Jakes
Could hardly look both ways, put out the hayes blurry vision
Think about the time in my life before I was in televison

Hell of a women, jealous
tell you about them baby 
But you were there, you were with me, too 

The heart is a hunter, the heart is a friend 
Searching the shadows, searching
you studied biology
back in your high school class.

Wait now, what did they say
about the human body and proportions of things?
Blood is an energy
pushed over the edge
I made this pledge
not by you, my brother or by Sister Sledge
now I know that I'm not your boss
and I'm not trying to floss or come
Went a'walking in the sunshine
About a thousand Brumby ghosts
Hunters bushmen bandits
And fence wire on the posts
Felt that ebony skin
And felt
will take your children with us
It's not about hatred, we're not your enemies
But you see, we have to feed the rats

And you will never learn
Who's
and Deliver?
Or was it Down by the River?
Were you singing a fine old tune like Gone to Glory?
Laying it down with grace and power
Long about the midnight hour
Crenshaw Boulevard, Sunday afternoon
Folks sittin on things, mad systems boom
The girls are lookin better
The gang truce is on, so you wear whatever
of being wrong?
I called you out every night this week, you never showed.
I am sorry I gave you something to think about.
I'm so sorry you are easily led
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you

I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
almighty R.S.O.
Hustler by night, make beats in the day
Had that thing under the bed if you fuck with Ray

Damn shame, why we gotta live this way
Protect my
and the thunder
that pushed the boy under, then pillage and plunder
It kind of makes you wonder
how one can hurt another

But dehumanizing the victim makes things
A
Or E about your life 'fore you test yourself
And make a nigga break you off some peace to rest yourself
Oh yes your health is what's in question
And I
kicked the bass like an NFL punter
And scoped the booty like a big game hunter
I said to the girl, "Yo, you look tired
Let's go get some rest, relax by
Love don't love nobody but I got love for mine so I go the whole 9
The mind is a terrible thing to waste 
Don't give a fuck about life because I never
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
who're tripping
I know and it shows, I can look at your nose
And just tell that you're effected by the e-g-o

On the downlow
On the downlow
these cowards runnin' a bounty hunter like a Boba Fett
Life is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies
Tryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your
today!

Are you looking for me? Well I...
May I have one last call, because I am sick and tired of you hunters
Messing with my groove. Huh?
Your cell