Lyrics:
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
planned not to be on this corner
I still wanna see California
But this is my world
(It's your world) Yeah
(Oh, it's your world)
(Your world, your
rather be alive and paid
Before my number's called, history's made
Some'll fall, but I rise, thug or die
Making choices, that determine my future under
And me, I'm just a bronze skinned calm gentleman
Slim fit and open arms mellow wit a don's grin
Ghetto disciplined, could be your confidant beyond friend
a stranger in the street
Maybe the only one on his knees
When your laying by the roadside
Waiting for a friend to come.
Got my hopes
Got my doubts
My
and blue,
It's true, even gone to jail for you my friend.
Bet your life that I'd do it again.
(Until the end)
[Chorus]
Don't Change the way you think
And nothin' but the truth so help your black ass?"
"You Goddamn right!"
"Won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?"
Fuck the police comin'
business here
But since my friends are here, I just came to kick it
But really I would rather be at home all by myself not in this room
With people who
whispers Your name
For me you left Your throne
And traded crown for thorns instead
I'm safe within not by Your skin
But because Your blood was red
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
down the alleyway
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coonskin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
But you only got ten
Maggie comes
manifestin', my slugs be leavin' niggas guessing
You tried to graduate, but didn't know enough lessons
Time is of the essence, and yours is runnin' out
Fast,
(fall)
While you standing tall like the Taj Mahal
Be unforgettable
Like Nat King Cole
We take the moment by storm
Like Nat king Cole (oh, yeah)
rather be home
My president's there
When I call, you don't pick up anymore
But I've got friends that are new friends
And friends that are old
them pew thighs
Supersized by fries, I pimp a lot of bitches
but I'd rather save yo' lives
I'm from a place where they hung black folks
Where a bird can
sick, I'm sick of worryin' (sick, sick)
It's just the worryin', I'd rather bury them
I'm talkin' fake friends and skeletons (yeah)
Early mornin'
to the wires
And thunder so loud with a black funnel cloud
A natural disaster I know nothin' about
(If you'd like to make a call)
(Please hang up and try
At whose request?
The contract's here
I want to see
My God, the price
It's rather high
Why, it's absurd
Oh, yes, I know
Inform your boss
That by
If loving you is wrong...
I don't want to be right
If being right means living without you
I'd rather live wrong than right
My Mama and Daddy say
as the miles went by
Sit back with your head on the pillow
When you remember it makes you cry
Ghost cars on the freeway
Like friends that you thought you had
strange.
Why can't you be
What you want to be?
You should be scheming,
Intriguing,
Too clever by half!
I have to hand it to you
For you've managed
darling off that heezing darling
I', surrounded by the ice it got me freezing darling
It's plain and simple
My change and it's natural
Now Wayne
The sun sank as the miles went by
Sit back with your head on the pillow
When you remember it makes you cry
Ghost cars on the freeway
Like friends that
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