Lyrics:
ain't none in there
Pardon me, sister
I'm on my last
Don't have no love?
That's okay, God bless
Day after day
People walk by now
I can't catch
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself or if was with somebody else
You don't under stand she make the people say yeah, yeah
I
of discuss-cussion
You're motivated-vated, in aid a percussion-cussion
There's no glo-glory, for this story-story
It-it rock-rock in any territory-tory
I syncopate
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
of the streets (I know)
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustlin' by the days with no food
But just so I can eat (fuck)
And ain't it a bitch
And if
Yeah, brand new Snoop Dogg (Snoop Dogg)
Somethin' to the new year off, ya dig?
One for the treble, two for the bass,
Come on everybody, lets
This is some of the lingua franca of the funk business
And people come from miles around
With an almost religious devotion to get on down
One,
where the real hustlers meet up
Look out, anybody can be them people
Your own people could be them people
No glasses can help you see them people
They
instructions that I can see
To steer by
Stick around it's tricky ground
I'd like to see your face alone
I'm hoping there's someone home
Two or three
I
No, I
I
I spend my last breath with you
Die
I die
My bloodstain is bleeding second by second
You know, what's going on?
You know, whats going
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
the story gets old
You stood on the corner for a long time
People passin' by you gave you nickels and dimes
They think you're one of the nameless
Cause
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
funk
Still gettin' down
Music won't have no race
Only space, peaceful space
Now it's time for the trip
Step inside my little ship
I can tell by
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
Fall in the abyss that's were sad people go
People telling me to quit, my answer is "No"
I already know what it's like to feel haunted
Real friends
, three
Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three
Mark and Devo in the corner, heading on in by the speaker
Dressed cool, never known to freak
Outside
x4]
And her true women they cried gradually [Repeat x3]
Do your soul grow by holding no rock
Anybody lost looking to get found
Know it when they
that playin'
People break they neck from this demonstration
We about ma** appeal, no segregation
Got Black to Asian and Caucasian sayin'...
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah, nigga (one two, one two, one)
The Off-Season (one two, one two, one two, one)
The Off-Season, nigga
We offing niggas (ayy,
my body
And now it's time to close the space between the two of us
So come on and
Take a little bit of my
Heart tonight
No, I literally don't
down.
Two million people barely satisfy.
Two hundred women watch one woman cry, too late.
The eyes of honesty can achieve.
How many millions do we deceive
I was found in Wilson County just a mile outside of town
On the doorsteps of two people who brought me up to where I am
I was born to be a loser
to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!)
And a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get wicked!
One, two, three and I come with the wicked
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