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murdered by west side Crips on June 5th, 1972
"Say, man, ain't that Lil' Country over there cuz?"
"If it is, his ass gon' be layin' in a blood river"
candy
Okay...
Okay, a little lower, though...
Umm... alright...
Little... little lower...
Yeah?
No, to the left!
Left?
Damn, bitch, do I gotta do
to capitalise, puts pressure onto the Demon (Laugh). Blue Blood is getting out of there as fast as he can. Little Red is going out of the ring as well, but not by
its you
Every time a midnight blue Pontiac
Pulls into the parkin' lot
Believe it or not
I'm almost alright
I'm just about fine
I barely wanna
the line?
Shakespeare's in the alley with Milton rolling bones
Nas is playing Beethoven rolling over on the stones
Nina's watching Johann perform prelude
own medicine!
I'm slipping through my fingertips
A little bit by a little bit
I didn't know that I'm alone in this
And that hurts me black and blue
Just
gotta be more then just surviving
Things are getting a little strange
I'm doing my best just to get by
I'm still here so I'm Alright
I've seen loved ones
man am I, of no eccentric whim
Who likes to live his life free of strife
Doing whatever he thinks is best for him
Well, just an ordinary man
But,
alright I'm gonna be alright
I'm gonna be alright
Down by the roses where my childhood dogs are buried
Think about all the life this land has carried
I lay
think it's the first time
Everything is alright in Suburbia
Right about now
Right about now
Everything is alright in Suburbia
And I just walk on by
Symphonette, it doesn't rest
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you?
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine
that it's alright
So take my hand with a little bit of love and we'll be fed tonight
Well it's a sure fire cure for the blues
And you ain't got
she's on Kaleidoscope
And someone says she's Milton
When she didn't even read the book
Or so he's told
Riding on a ghost train to a ghost town
, say what, say what
Too damn hype
Say it again, say it again, y'all
Too damn hype
Is that right, alright
Too damn hype
1989
Too damn hype
A little louder
right now is a hustle like no other
One of grand proportions, can you dig it?
Now what we gon' do is
We gon' show all you petty hustlas out there
How
the comets
Will you come and meet me on Christmas eve
In the evening
Can you come and spend the holidays with me
Tis the season
Little baby sitting by the fire
of
Dates in pickup trucks
Gettin' my lip gloss all messed up
Put a little something something in a Sonic cup
When the sun goes down
Blue jeans with my
of
Dates in pickup trucks
Gettin' my lip gloss all messed up
Put a little something something in a Sonic cup
When the sun goes down
Blue jeans with my
Don't try to play me or you'd better play bingo
Or Monopoly, by Milton Bradley
I had to school another brother, but had he
Only took a second, and checked
Tonight's the night, the mood is right
Anything I choose he buys
I observe by his shoes and ties
He prefer the exclusive kind
Converse over blues
Who are we fooling?
Hell is hot, fire is proven
To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot
he wants...
An average man am I, of no eccentric whim,
Who likes to live his life, free of strife,
doing whatever he thinks is best, for him,
package
Plus i got a new toy still wrapped in the plastic
Like a Milton Bradley toy i be keepin em guessin
Fuck being cool even though the hook tryna get me
Hate the way you make me feel
This cost is real, astronomical
I can't stop these pills, I can't stop the bills
Can't stop the sick, its impossible
See,
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