Lyrics:
green
I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin
move to a different house?'
They said, 'you'll have two bedrooms; you're a lucky kid.'
She said, 'what about Checkers, where's he gonna live?'
I bet
If loving you is wrong I don't want to be right
If being right means being without you
I'd rather live a wrong doing life
Your mama and daddy say
to go and build a house for me
I might need a extra foot or- (21)
Crib same size as the Galleria (Galleria)
Spanish model with me, call her,
got a place to stay
I see that you eat
And I see you got a place to stay
But as long as live in this house
I ain't gonna let you have your way
All the time
Tell me why I just keep thinking about you baby
Tell me if you can
Why I keep thinking about you baby
Ain't at all like I just
green
I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin
Wrong
Wrong
There's something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix
In the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends
By
(319)
'Bout time, come in
Ow!
(319)
Take off your clothes
319
Bet you got a body, by God
Come on, let me see
you oughta
My camera's
off
To live by himself
They say goodbye
And wish for good health
A crowded bar room scene
And a woeful dream
Wide
It's like the thought
In the back
the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're
hour
I live for you, baby.
Why don't you know me?
Be my baby.
Why you mean to me?
Mean to me
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
Ice Cube, the name will live in infamy
Ask the young nigga that invented Eazy-E
West Coast bitch, yeah that's all me
With Too Short and the D-R-E
We
I have thought what does this freedom mean to me
Is it just some long forgotten fantasy
Our love for each other may not be explained
We live in
legend, I mean, Michael Jackson (hol' up)
Prince in action, okay, I'm an original, you just a reenactment
Okay, peace sign and flashes
I live that
overnighters right by the motel
Drug money outfit, record clean
Spend it all on me and my fuckin' team
Matchin' Rollies for real, matchin' Rovers for real
the suburbs
Let's live in the suburbs
If I let where I'm from burn I can never return!
My brother reads you and me his new poetry
How embarrassing
Your sister
to nobody nothin' when me and my wife beefin'
I don't care if the house on fire, I'm dyin', nigga, I ain't leavin'
Ty-Ty take care of my kids, after he done
your meals
while your burns heal!
Find a house you don't have to rebuild
Stone by stone, brick by brick, nail by nail my father never meant to leave me
very soon
In a crowded house alone
I'm at home
Feeding the vibrations of the night
I can see it coming back
In your eyes
Killing all the sorry
defines the word "ghetto" as the
Poorest part of any city in
Which a particular group lives, with limited
Opportunity a crowded urban district
Confined by
Can find each other in the crowded streets
And the guarded parks
By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees
With the battered barks
And they walk
overnighters right by the motel
Drug money outfit, record clean
Spend it all on me and my fuckin' team
Matchin' Rollies for real, matchin' Rovers for real
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