Lyrics:
life my Number one.
Number one oh one number tell me
what i gotta do to become number ohhh
[Chorus:]
Number one my number one
the one to stand by
long, lost john.
Lost john standing by the railroad track
a-waitin' for the freight train to come back.
The freight train come back but never made a stop
From the washer, to the dryer to the sofa
If you're ready, say you're ready, and you'll see
First one's coming by the time you count to three
One,
rack
Little nigga you ain't stuntin' give that rental back, oh
I like fast cars, fast broads
And my last car was like a Nascar it go vroom, vroom
Then
Easy, back up, turn your radio
Turn your radio off
Watch me now, baby, baby
Uh uh, uh uh
Bitches in my ear, they saying they love me
You don't
the megaphone
I'll shout it on the count of three
One, two, three
Oh, hear my prayer tonight, I'm singing to the sky
Give me strength to raise my voice, let
[spoken by Ice Cube]
Niggaz are in a state of emergency
The death side: a mirror damage of where we are today
The life side: a vision of where we
Put your head against my life
What do you hear
A million words just trying to make
The love song of the year
Close your eyes but don't forget
should
He isn't good, he isn't true
He beats me too
What can I do?
Oh, my man I love him so
He'll never know
All my life is just despair
But I
a queen, three on a tree
Hey, what ever happened to waiting your turn
Doing it all by hand?
'Cause when everything is handed to you
It's only worth
love him
I don't know why I should
He isn't true
He beats me too
What can I do
Oh, my man, I love him so
He'll never know
All my life is just
But I love him
I don't know why I should
He isn't true
He beats me too
What can I do
Oh, my man I love him so
He'll never know
All my life
yard
Oh skip that fandango
Bring the blues back down hard
Though chuck would never admit it
At the door of the jail
There stood Guy Stevens
And he
love him
I don't know why I should
He isn't true
He beats me too
What can I do
Oh, my man, I love him so
He'll never know
All my life is just
When she's on her best behaiviour
Don't be tempted by her favours
Never turn your back on mother earth
Towns are hurled from A to B
By hands that
-4-5-6-7-8 and back
Chances are, you've worked up a good sweat by now
2-3-4-5-6-7-8 and back
2-3-4-5-6-7-8 and back
2-3-4-5-6-7-8 and back
2-3
of the Broadway Nights
And I would send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars, my friend lost his
prevailed
It started way back in the 8th grade
In the small old town where the two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class
Where everything he
been satisfied and her possessions have been sold
He's surrounded by God's angels and she's wearin' a blindfold
And so are you, Angelina
Oh
the mistake and judge a man by his race
You go through life with egg on your face
Woke up in the morning, peculiar feeling
Looked up and saw egg dripping
down about three in the day
And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking
And you spend your life just thinkin' of how to get away
Will you tell me somethin', Mr. Lumberjack
Is it one for forward and three for back?
Is it two for stop or four for go?
Boy, ask a whistle punk, I don't
beggin' the old ones please
T'stop bein' madmen
'Fore they have t' tell their children
'Bout the burnins back in World War Three's
War One was balls
jackin' off by your mom
Suspended from school for settin' off the alarm
Kim Jong keep screamin' he gon' drop the bomb
But anyway, every day is the same
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