Lyrics:
find a message and a promise
In the sand, the potter's bowl
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
lives gone up in smoke
We're all related to a crackhead
Sometimes I wake up in the mornin' and want to go back to bed
Layin' these thinkin' bout things
thought it was plausible
Possible to do the impossible
But maybe it still is
Put the message in a bottle
Then call The Police
Until you sting the very
to give you
They tried to cool with ya chill with ya take no pictures
What the fuck I look like standing by you police ass niggas
How you let a nigga
mine like, "How do we shine?"
With the pedal to the floor, never saw what's behind
Certified live, sittin' in park, you feel my drive
My nine to five
We are but bottles messages at sea
A drift in a vast endless unseen
Crashed against wave over wave
Want but do not need to be found
Cast away we all
A man took an ad on T.V.
To enrol in the police academy
He's very talented, outstanding proof
From his clean-cut appearance to the shine on his
Yeah, yeah, Cowboys, Cowboys
P.O.C. Cowboys
Yeah, grab your 4'4
Grab your Dirty Harry
Get on your horse
Live by the gallop all through the whole
witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
to witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
so you and your
with a nigga who can
Put air in a bottle and sell it
He can do it man a nigga can sell anything
As I watch the sky change colors
The rain flooded
You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there
She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by
through
I'll turn cold I'll live by the sword too
Write your name permanent like a tattoo
But I've been dreaming of you there
When the wind was in your
face
We can go and kick it, bae, later on at my place
She message me on MySpace, told me she loved me
She textin' my phone 4:30 in the mornin'
Baby
the police
Yeah, cool
Are you into the beat?
Are you into the beat?
I can feel it in my teeth
I can feel it in my teeth
I can feel it in my teeth
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see
But believe it or not, you won't find it
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
gettin' pulled over and asked by the police
'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
See the color of ya skin get 'cha put in the pen
It's real life, over
to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see
But believe it or not, you won't find it
on right around"
So I knock at the door
You was standin' with a bottle of red wine, ready to pour
Dressed in long black satin and lace to the floor
So I
I won't be victimized
Judgin' the police takin' my people lives
I'm just signin' checks and doin' what's best for mine
And ain't gotta do too much
the police
Ran through the crowd act liked it wasn't me
Niggas in the back of the chev getting chroniced out
Just handled our business and we slowly smashed
(Named Snoop)
[Snoop Dogg]
10-20-71, the day I come out
Two days later, I'm running my mouth
Mom's put a bottle to my grill
I look her in the face
dwell in the hood with
The thugs and OG's
They tell me thug niggas don't live long
So I bring that thing with
Me when I leave home (Watch your mouth)
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