Lyrics:
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
Lookin' at the tab
I see you get sad
I can pay it off in the cab
It's no problem, I got all this cash
You say I'm nice, I can't disagree
I'm so
hood
For motherf*** that think I went Hollywood
Pick a coast, it got to be the west
I live out there, from the W.S., West Side
LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt
eaten the berries there is no doubt
Like our father before us in his paper crown
Kings of nowhere that was ever found
The angels that used to be
So, listen
The story starts in 2002
The body of a baby girl advancing out of womb
Making noise to playing toys
Yeah, no doubt she was cute
This one must
conspiracy made by the rest no doubt
It's like the game is designed to keep the left coast out
So how 'bout instead of doin 106th & Park
we do 108th
might got to meet with the lord
What I live by? die by?
My gun, my word, and my sword
Cause niggas sound hard but they just ain't convincing me
Guys, what are we doing
Can't live this way forever
Gotta make ourselves some money
Or be thrown out with the bathwater
My sister and my
a homie embark (Damn)
Through the eye of terror, we can not foresee no error
Santiago the lonely bearer, long live the new and only era
We gon make this
beateth to underground emceeth
The game is overheated, overweeded, and misunderstood
Word, just a ride in they boat, with a platinum rope
No doubt
Ain't no doubt what we do sun, I gotta lot of faith
Now it's time for a lot of cake
We 'bout to eat, nahimsayin?
[Chorus: x3]
S.O.M.
understandin’
We play bass!
[Verse 2]
He likes all genres of music
There is no doubt about that
He dislikes war to a certain extent
I don’t know where he lives
Please, please good people. I am in haste. Who lives
in that castle?
WOMAN: No one live there.
ARTHUR: Then who is your lord?
WOMAN: We don't have
dudes
Who lives by money from their parents man I swear
I got no doubt, I never doubt
You will never know my whereabout
I got no doubt, no no I got no
brighter than a fuckin' torch
I could be right, I could be wrong
No need to fight, let's get along
You live your truth and I'll live mine
The pastor opened
you ashamed of bein black?"
(Nothin' but love for you my sister)
Might even know how hard it is (no doubt)
Bein' a woman, a black woman at that? (no
ROUND 1 FIGHT
First, never forget I'm the protagonist
Second when I pass y'all up, it was no accident
Just because I'm single don't make me
Chorus:
Live free or die
Don’t you know what I’m talking about?
Live free or die
Believe me when i say there ain’t no doubt
Take a look in my eyes
Verse #3
boomer. You'll live like me
And I was fine, so you'll be fine, no worries homie just flip the trees
Money grows on trees, cannabis sativa
Chemists printin'
this skin
I am the soul that lives within
Good hair means curls and waves (no)
Bad hair means you look like a slave (no)
At the turn of the century
this skin
I am the soul that lives within
Good hair means curls and waves (no)
Bad hair means you look like a slave (no)
At the turn of the century
Denny's and conduct symphonies
You fuckin with me, you won't live to see tomorrow, faggot!
I keep it gangsta, storin bodies in a dusty attic
You can't talk
the talk about you
And in reply I read the lips whom I sometimes deliver lies to
And by the time we detach the lips her eyes
Take me back to 2002
When things
On the shadow of someone's doubt
Yeah, yeah, yeah
So don't hold out, don't let these chances pass you by
Here's your life, you're gonna get it right
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