Lyrics:
and tears will turn that bad dream
To a good thing it’s so clear
Kisses and tears a new world waiting
That we’re creating with our love
Kisses and tears my
are on their mobile phones, forces on red alert
Supermarket shelves are empty but the churches have full pews
TV schedules rearranged to get the latest
top gutter
I hover over you lames, run for cover, end in your brain
Yeah, you did your thang but not very good
And by the looks of things, You can't
that shit if its B A D
Unless its Michael Jackson with that bad album
Or some bad bitches which is good for me
I don't what none of that negative man
your golden boy
I will obey ev'ry golden rule"
Get told by the teacher
Not to day-dream
Told by my mother:
Be good Be good
Be good be good be
demons exist then billions reside at her place since the day she was plagued by the curse
Her pain made worse, every news and event
Every Google alert
save 'em
Momma said don't let 'em no where you lay at
Old bitches back in the day use to play bad
I'm a pull up flexing in the Maybach
Northside
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
'em all when they try to kill my vibe!
I am the bad, the good God, the last the hood got
The last that would try to pass a good job
If Shawn's
on my boombox, had to say
Today was a good day, had the hood buzzin'
Ice Cube my favorite rapper, y'all niggaz can't tell me nothin'
Everybody's
(red flag)
Got me cold chills (Red flag)
Can't believe for real (Red flag)
Climbing up the hills (Red flag)
With no wheels (Red flag)
No sunshine
your golden boy
I will obey ev'ry golden rule"
Get told by the teacher
Not to day-dream
Told by my mother:
Be good Be good
Be good be good be
your golden boy
I will obey ev'ry golden rule"
Get told by the teacher
Not to day-dream
Told by my mother:
Be good be good
Be good be good be
I be puttin' a lot (red flag, red flag)
Red flags, I be puttin' a lot (red flag, red flag)
It's a good night (woo-hoo)
In L.A. smokin' opps, it's
know the innocent going up in vapors
And propaganda spreading inna the Sunday papers
not even superman coulda save you with him cape cause
Red
bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
missed a beat
Meat gets beat
By a cleaver
Or a beaver
But you probably need your hand
I can no longer stan
Or stand
The red white and blue
Liberties
and shoot you in it
It's a difference between battle
Rappin' on stage
And battle rappin' back in the days
I mean ya drive good
But ya navigation is off
You
relax no forget your blood oh
The day you no give them money you be bad persin
They call your number you pick am you be bad persin
No go dey follow
Its a good day even though we argued last Monday
We made up again by late Thursday
Making love as sweet as red Kool-aid
It's a good day even
Living good
Bad bitch rolling woods
Out the neighborhood
She know what’s good
Star like Hollywood
Now she riding wood
Pockets good
Family tight
wit a nigga that compromise yo? hood
Yo? doin' shit you know it cool until the good
Got kids movin' work, hustlin' by the school
Using youngsters,
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight,
marbles nigga
But I got two sides
Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area I mean the Westside
With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz
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