Lyrics:
And that little blonde, well she better not get in my way
'Cause I'm on a mission
[Chorus:]
I'm gonna get you back
It won't take long
It'll happen
[I-20]
Yeah, adult Hip Hop 25 and older put your hands up
Rich Nice where you at baby? Whoo!
I go by the name Bobby Bronson
Yeah, this is Disturbing
and territory issues
By any means necessary, so in your chest I bury two buck shots
so who got six niggaz next to carry
off these wanna be's, niggas they
all so clear
[Danielle:]
It just makes me want it more
Whenever you say I can't
I'm gonna prove you wrong
By doing the best I can
[Lucy:]
I'm
So what if your jeans are torn
They've been torn since Bros were cool
I wanted you for a little while
You got it wrong by a million miles
Big
the sweat off his brow
And then he said
"This boy is way off the charts
As far as I can tell
Ooh, brrr, mama he's a double XL"
By the second grade
Into the courtroom my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw the little judge commence to look
to let the dice roll
About a-hundred for the toll
Cross my bridge wit' biz, you ain't fuckin' wit' no little kids
We grown men wit' the pen
Me and my boys
eyebrow just a little bit higher than the other
I used to think that I was cool
I used to think the world was for the taking
Going to a brand new
and minds of men,
Men dementéd - blindfoldéd by light,
Hourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths."
"Might I too was blindfoldéd ere,
"The quality
myself alone
Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends
I found myself further and further from my home
And I guess I lost my way
There were oh so
And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that
felt like giving up but we held true
[Chorus]
It's like a second chance at life
So many people pass it by
Even try
With every battle that's
So ya full of every little anecdote
I want to hear ya hit a different note
You're the way I want to rock your boat
Just right, just right
I'm in
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by,
But a little
my words I meant it
Protected by the First Amendment
If this was Iraq I'd a been beheaded
Instead of sparkin a dime log
I'd be hangin in Baghdad
street bloom, a moronic feeling
Pretty little birds all singing in the street
Few trees left, bare and shivering
In this hollow bitter street
No
on the moor
My heart has fallen by the wayside
I cannot claim her anymore
So don your duffel coats quite slowly
And this start to reset, adjourn
While
I've been thinking about it lately,
Tired of being at home
Waiting as I watch
The world go by
Are you thinking about me too, boy
Or am I
Coming in at night all the desert highways
Crackle with the static of a thousand little radios
Everyone talking, no-one listening
Well by now I
alcoholics
What you think about it fool "Nigga I can't call it"
Little kids run around wit' a nose full of buggers
Well my nigga's on the block sell that
ride takes another turn
You can turn the bluest skies to grey
It's a new day, no much to talk about
Must be walking over a dead sea by now
It's a new
Here we are shooting stars
Renting time in someone else's space
So unsure afraid to fall
I'm standing here a little scared
But I don't care
And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that
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