Lyrics:
disaster if left up to me
By the power of love and protection divine
We found we hold hands through the darkness and then there was light
On the inside,
motherfuckers (ha)
They wanna throw their hands up (that's tight)
Hit 'em wit' my eight, never had shit left, right
Then hit 'em wit' the uppercut, duck quick
Shit, I'm tired as fuck
Come on, baby, let's get the fuck home
I know, let's hurry up, I hate this neighborhood
Nigga's be trippin' over here
King Day
And they had to tell her
Why we have the holiday"
So, a white woman let my
Daughter know that she has
A separation inside of this
Country from
an angel puttin' up with this guy
She laughed and said play me some Rolling Stones
I couldn't let that chance go by
Yeah I sang her "You Can't Always Get
than this, whoopin' niggaz down like Jack Nich
When I backflip my tactic graphics
Ooh! Redman jams it in
Due to difficulties I won't be done by ten
Such is the case before the bass started womping
I had to hook it up with the boys from Compton
Searched and found the sound and accepted
The job
on a motha like, "What you say, fucka ?"
Well fuck him an' if he live smoke him
We don't appeal to the law
You know we ride this motherfucker till 'em wheels
always end up
Falling through those same old crowded rooms.
Me and Sarah Jane,
We had it coming
All the pain,
Walking down the streets,
And finding
All by yourself
And now I'm standing on a corner
Waiting in the rain
But then in sunlight without warning
I invent a name
Me and Sarah Jane
We had
us to make it
Everything that we possess
We had to fight and take it
I think the president is smokin' weed, bumpin' this beat
Makin' a livin' out
you freaks lookin'
When we walk by, pussy start cookin'
Rookies start tookin'
Get your ass up, V.I.P. section's gettin' tooken
Might dance, might not
Cube in the house from the motherfuckin'
Lench Mob (what's up, nigga?), and yo Ice Cube, I heard you're a singer now
Man what's up? Yo, yo
side you got to know
Keep a calico by the bedside, this what I'm all about
Now which one of y'all motherfuckers shot up my momma's house?
It
on the bed close to where my lover should be
She slipped away in the night
The writing was shaky and with tears on the sheets
I'm sorry we had a fight
So
on the bed close to where my lover should be
She slipped away in the night
The writing was shaky and with tears on the sheets
I'm sorry we had a fight
So
to doin'
When people usually do music
I am a visionary, Christian soldier
Don't confuse it
Before I lose it and have to prove it
This the way that we gon'
the battle on
Then one whose faith had died
Fled back up the mountainside
But before the top was made
A misplaced footfall made Him stray
From the path
life, Styrofoam cups, no ice
Party 'fore we go inside
Never let 'em out my sight, they're right by my side
Them my ride-or-dies, them my ride-or-dies
I don't know why
You think that you could hold me
When you couldn't get by by yourself
And I don't know who
Would ever wanna tear the seam
(Call me when you try to wake her)
I can always sleep standing up
(Call me when you try to wake her)
We've got to boogie, boogie, move on this one
put up with this brainless rap
(So thank God)
Thank God the gangsta's back
Thank God the gangsta's back
Thank God the gangsta's back
And we
Ren, Ice Cube, and Eazy
Mothafuckin' E
Order, order order
Ice Cube, take the mothafuckin' stand
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
tear? (Never know)
Throw your ice in the the air, we here
And we all gon' ball 'til the courts up here
Don't give a fuck what them niggas
Think we toting
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