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to the water wide
Goin' down to the river I'm gonna lay down with my guitar
Gonna sing with the children 'bout the way things really are

© 1971 Irving Music,
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Now in my day I've made some foolish moves
But back then, I didn't worry 'bout a thing
And now again I still wonder to myself
Was it her sweet love
on the bottom, down to my new pair of shoes
Down on the bottom, down to my new pair of shoes
I'm down by the lakeside, thinking 'bout my baby blue

Last night
wonder what she'll do

Now in my day I've made some foolish moves
But back then, I didn't worry 'bout a thing
And now again I still wonder to myself
on the line
For a peace of the promised land
I'm burnin' my candle at both ends
'Bout the only way to keep the fire goin'
Is to outrun the wind

I can't
Two five eight play it straight
Got it all worked out
I know what I'm talkin' bout
Yo I been readin' my dream books
So I ain't no way the kid is
the bionic man
I stood there shakin my head, I had a flashback
Bout what happened uptown by the traintracks
Jim came over and he said to me fred
I got a real
I don't care about the way that ya treated me
And I ain't crying 'bout the love I'm paying for
No, I ain't bitching 'bout the things
You putting
You know what they say about bein' nice to the right people on the way up
Sooner or later you gonna meet them comin' down

Well, there ain't no goin
My baby came and got me in her Mama's Cadillac
We went parkin' by the river near the honeydew patch
She started talkin' 'bout the birds
bout, bout bout bout
  
Me and my guys be lurking the streets plottin upside down smiling
Bummin no matter Skully, hoods, bandannas, bullets
Stocking
Yeah, where you think you goin'. Where you think you goin'.
Ladies and gentlemen, it's the unit for the 9-8.
Flipmode Squad baby. That's my word.
Nigga, I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?

I was posted in that tip and my homeboy home
Blew an ounce of that kush in my Sean
couldn't take the 9 to 5
Use to take the 95 down to Richmond
Bumpin' Jigga up in the ride
Use to think along and drive
'Bout my drive
Used to wonder why
one of my niggas
That's not the way we livin'
Too much goin' on, it's just not realistic
These days I don't talk 'bout them days like I miss 'em
said oh my my
Said I'm gonna tell you 'bout your drinkin'
'Bout one more time I said,
You got your thing, I got mine
But I'm not drunk baby,
I'm
bout, bout bout bout
  
Me and my guys be lurking the streets plottin upside down smiling
Bummin no matter Skully, hoods, bandannas, bullets
Stocking
the phone, bring yo' ass on home
I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way
With the flyest bitch gettin head on the highway (ridin)
My way deep throat
told me, fellas?

Now I told her the same thing

[Let's ride this thing outta trouble] (yeah)
Well this woman is puttin' me out
How 'bout that?
Rizzo: What!

Jimmy: Come on boys, let's go

Gonzo: Yeah, let's go

Rizzo: No way, I'm not goin up in that thing.

Gonzo: Oh Rizzo

(Singing)

(Chorus)
Well now I heard that you been thinking bout me really I don't mind 
I know you try to block my progress a lot of the time 
Well the mean things
looks like the sun is gone,
Here I sit all night long,
Thinkin bout my baby she's on my mind.
Well all of my friends stop by
But I just can't deny, I
movin' down the line
I come up hard baby, but that's okay
'Cause trouble man, don't get in my way
I come up hard baby, I've been for real
Gonna keep
Hey Jack, what's happenin'?
I don't know
Well, uh, rumor around town says you might be thinkin' 'bout goin' down to the shore
Uh, yeah, I think
movin' down the line
I come up hard baby, but that's okay
'Cause trouble man, don't get in my way
I come up hard baby, I've been for real
Gonna keep