Lyrics:
Ill-fated child
Born without a choice
Under the bleakest skies
You were delivered
Swaddled to a grave
It is in your blood
It is in DNA
What you inherit
You're
is which as if drawn by a child holmes
[Chorus]
This is the heat to flush your face
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, yo wha**up?
My name is Dre
Can I blaze some Chonic witchu?
[girl]
N**** what? FO' SHO'!
Roll that s*** up!
[Dr. Dre]
Hell
which as if drawn by a child holmes
Chorus
This is the heat to flush your face
I knew you had some trouble, son
But you should know by now
That my number doesn't change
Because my dirty deed is done
All I need from you
When others see with earthly eyes
Just what they want to see
You will see the things that never die
You will know and recognize
By simple child
by myself, see
Ladies in stones, Baby Capones, livin' wealthy
Pictures of my birth on this earth is what I'm dreamin'
Seein' Daddy's semen, full
wish you would, I wish you would
I wish you would, I wish you would
I wish you would, this is my life
This is my all, this is my all
And now I'm
a child,
He showed me his dreams
I watched him let 'em die
If I could stand again by his side,
I'd tell him that love is why we're alive,
That's what
the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house
is what it's all about
Zoom in, zoom out
When your journey seems an endless one
And fear is hard to overcome
Step-by-step is how you get it done
another
She kicked ya to the curb
and now you're livin' in the gutta, st-st-stutter
[Nigga] what up?
That child suppote (support)
Is tearin' you butt
Though tonight my memory's eye is clear as the story's being told
And I'll play ball with the underdog and sit with the child who's wrong
Be still when
You think that I don't feel love,
What I feel for you is real love.
In other's eyes I see reflected a hurt, scorned, rejected.
Love Child, never
And force with words,
Planted chrome for the young seeds to know, trees is blowing
We see change in the wind
This is new day and I gotta take it in, see
insanity is what it is
Yeah, ooh
Futures made of virtual insanity
Now always seem to be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting of our new
pass
It's not receding and my body's going numb
A bad trip child
Rolling stoned, keeping high
He don't know what he's doing
He just keeps getting by
from the east side
This nigga born ready, serve a nigga ether
With the pen or off the heady, this nigga flow is deadly (where he at?)
Right here,
Welcome to Hollywood
That's what they told you
A child star in Hollywood
That's what they sold you
Grace with beauty, charm and talent
You
to dig
Lovely little honeys in their crews is what I dig
If they fake the fig it's the blues child dig
{want some of my soda?}
Fine they be mega, sexy
plate
Don't feed me just food
Tower break cowards fake
Get hit by harpoons
Neon paint free on tanks
Bullets missiles cartoons
Yardi baked your bars fake
Do you find all this hard to believe?
Has the cruel world we live in so battered your heart
That the hurt child inside you can't grieve?
I can't say I
make me lose my gig Tell the law, man, shit, it is what it is
I been doin' this shit way over time And I be goddamned if you stop my grind
Fresh dickie
Smile, like a happy child
Feelin` safe in your embrace
Shine, sunshine
Kiss you warmly on your face
This is the place where I am free
There is
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