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Ain't no doors and no windows
Just a roll bar and a radio
If it rains you're gonna get wet
But that old 302 ain't let me down yet

It's a cutout
of who.
 Though Eastern sounds may fascinate your ear
 When West meets West you're always sure to hear-
 
 Refrain 1
 
 Whatever became of old Bagot?
just received his medal

It was just an old hand-me-down Ford
With three-speed on the column and a dent in the door
A young boy two hands
try to tell me that I'm ruthless
[ Richie Rich ]
So when I'm kickin knowledge I be frontin on the schoolin
[ D-Loc ]
But you're wrong
[ Richie Rich ]
the backyard right next door
And everybody's mother
Is cooking something in the kitchen
Got dishes stacked ceiling to floor

I gotta say one, two, three
More
up and down like a U-N-L-V rebel
The answer be amongst us 'cause we rarely dig acoustics
Can't be too much flackin', not too much packin'
You must
Smiling like a hero that just received his medal

It was just an old hand-me-down Ford
With a three-speed on the column and a dent in the door
A young
Smiling like a hero that just received his medal

It was just an old hand-me-down Ford
With a three-speed on the column and a dent in the door
A young
with your maker?/ bitch get the fuck up out of here/ you're nothing but a faker

Chorus: 2x) You say im young blood/ but i kill just as good as you/
my eyes to the passing scene 
Old and young and in between 
Driven along by the pounding beat 
All hurrying by 
Down this street 

Sorry old man
dreams don't come cheap 
You've got to pay for them 
If you just dream when you're asleep 

There is no way for them 
To come alive 
To survive
played drums
And I hummed the sax
And the wind whistled down
The railroad tracks

Hey three for a quarter
One for a dime
I'll bet it's tomorrow
By Rocky
a chance to be a hero

When your lifelong fantasy floats underneath the door
Down the stairs, out on the street, it won't be coming back
It won't be coming
and says, "Daddy, what is war?"
"son, that's when people fight and die"
The little boy of three says "Daddy, why?"
A young man of seventeen in Sunday
I think you're full of bullshit
When you say that I bring you down
Wont you just admit it
Yeah, you like having me around

You're taking off?
a young boy in the mirror
A young version of me, so I started to tear up
He said "you need to cheer up, your mind need to clear up
You're already here, just
live off it for three days
And when it's done, who's the next victim today
I'm trife nigga, and I don't live by BIBLE life 
I yap the nigga ripe then
Coke or 1-2-3
But when I'm in Monique's presence, I would just freeze
The relationship began when I was five startin'
She was in nursery school, I was
the motor running and parked by the door

Yeah, I was foolish and wild
She was classic and regal
We were fresh out of school
Both barely legal
We were
to dance.

It's a three-minute round and you're back in yr corner,
You're licking yr wounds just like little Jack Horner,
Don't let your guard down try
There was three young ladies in the school gym locker
When I noticed they was lookin' at me
I was a high school loser, never made it with a lady
Till
fast
Driving down the road
Rubber, plastic, metal, glass
Why did you have to go?
Young hearts die young
When they're all alone
And there's no
was just an old hand-me-down Ford
With three-speed on the column and a dent in the door
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can't replace the way it
surrounded by body guards 
Hoping no one pulls your cord you got me laughing pretty hard 
Thinking you're the white hot man of the hour 
But you just can't
your whack self

It's like this when you dip down
And you are boxin'
Reeling against the ropes and you
Face some young Mexican
You're scrappin'