Lyrics:
gonna fold
No
Kicking back we only live by the truth
I know who I am I ain't worried bout you
I'm out of this world I'm as high as the moon
Never come
take me back to now yeah
Got to got to got to got to free your mind yeah
You got to you got to free your mind yeah
I wish I knew this back then when I
seven
If I got hemmed up by the jakes would you go stash the weapon
Cuz this is my confession
Me and my niggas really ride and I don't think you ready
Say
alone?
You got me waitin' by the telephone
You got me waitin' by the telephone
Another night we spend asleep in different beds
I put my records
the days
I finally found my way out of this cage
Now look at the town
To the ground it was razed
Boston, I'm back, but I doubt you're the same
Nuclear
've got tonight
Give me 99 bottles of beer
Or I'll take shots until I am sure
Won't be alone by the end of the night
But be out by the first sign
Revolution rock, it is a brand new rock
A bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock
Careful how you move, Mac, you dig me in me back
An' I'm so
Revolution rock, it is a brand new rock
A bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock
Careful how you move, Mac, you dig me in me back
An' I'm so
got money on my mind
I got bitches outta my mind
I got sons right by my side yeah woah
I know people that been trapping on the low-low low
Girl you
Yeah
(Gah Damn! luri)
Blinded by the moon
I'm blinded by the moon, blinded by the fucking moon
I'm blinded by the moon, blinded by the fucking moon
**********************************************************
I go to a car accident. I got in this car accident recently right?
Not my fault! This car accident was not my fault.
Right but you know how it
was cooking
When I went out to the club got rejected by bouncers/ but now I'm out in the club my crew protecting the Bouncers said its funny how life
the one some think is great?
I'm that one (son of a gun!)
Drivin' by wavin' my fist
Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this
Top gun, never on the run
[Snoop Dogg]
Eastside
Yeah
Fell good we got homeboyz out there that look out for
That's on the real
I mean the real homeboy it's hard to come by
and around and I'm feeling fine
Yeah you got me high to the sky and back to the ground
This aching inside, cause I don't want it to end you're making me fly
It's just me and myself in this shit
Mama told me I got be more selfish and shit
Keep on asking for help in this shit
Gotta run this shit up by
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
from the devil's crib
I got some pain in this music, I'm selling it, none of you ready for me its a reckoning
Ight, I got my, I got my
I got my boy
and homies
If I don't make it with this rap shit, nigga, I might be homeless
My moms don't got a job, my pop's checks ain't enough
If ain't bringin' home that
a way to predict this
Stuck to the script, made our own movie
Got a vid, it's comin' real soon, fool, you gotta see it
If the shit fall, who could I
When I was a young buck
I tried to be liked by
Everyone
Everyone
I tried so hard to be funny and nice
I tried so hard to be sugar and spice
nice whites folks invested stock wit me
Some nice hood niggas trusted the rock wit me
I keep a Nina and she walk this block wit me
God got me and all
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