Lyrics:
Outside the house Mr. Simpson announced
That Sally couldn't go to the meeting
He went on cleaning his blue Rolls Royce
And she ran inside weeping
Mean I can still be the man if the dam breaks
And when the man brakes I'm reflectious, what they can't face
My peers will still treat the mirror like
The fish who keeps on swimming.
Is the first to chill upstream.
I want your fish right by me.
That's how it has to be.
The songs I sing they
[intro]
Yeah,Syndicate's in the house
Yeah,Geto Boys in the house
Yeah,Donald D's in the house
Yeah,Body count's in the house
Yeah,Zulu Nation's in
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, baby
You know I'm lovin' that dick, it got me so crazy (oh)
Make me doze off right after, that's how I know
With the moon rolling by
I saw the whole universe in her eyes
Wild as a flower
Born to die young
Here for a reason
Here for a season
Reborn in the sun
time it is
T.S. in the house, yo T.S. in the house
[Fat Joe]
Yeahhhhhh.. like this!
Chilly Dee (represent, and uh)
Gizmo (represent, and uh)
Red's gone wild
Yo, I'm hot, global warming ridin on two-six
I ain't thug nigga I don't, bullet-proof shit
Gilla nigga, and we abide by
locked
Everybody doing them
I'm still stretching on the block
Like "Damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs
And drug paraphernalia cops, courts
ain't no other
Trini-born black like Nia Long's grandmother
Tip and Sha they all that, Phife-Dawg ditto
Honey tell your man to chill, or else you'll be
right now
So when are you gonna be at your house?
I don't know, in a minute
Okay, I'm just gonna go home, I guess
I just want the blue cheese
to love it
Yes mother, me and wild discovery
And heard the static flock to where I sleep
By the glow of that magic box big speaker
Stereo mastered
buddy by by by
Let me tell you
We were all born to be wild
So let's just go
Survive out in the wild
¿Y con que cara
les vamos a contar a les pequeñines?
you were born to be
Do you lock up your house
Like you locked up your past
If I were to call
Could you free me at last
Could you slip into my car
I was born on a thousand acres of Oklahoma land
Nothing grew on the thousand acres for it was gravel and sand
One day, father started digging in
be my driver?
And if I drive that pussy wild
Then she gon' be my rider
So I said alright, I’ma be your driver
And if I drive that pussy wild
Then she
this house
No, I couldn't
Ever be myself
Was like tryna make a home out of a hotel
So I checked out
Left it all behind
Had to start over but
be weary, watch for caution, yo be warned
By Dre and out the project born
Capable in any and every
Cause yo I get heavy, when introduced to a medly
What you laughin at nigga don't get your b***h ass rushed
CHORUS
[Tray Deee]
As a child I was wild as f**k, and down to dump
And kept a sawed off brown
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
You can get your guy roadin', nigga, no teasing, Ziki
And your head no Medusa, Dusa
And you know I be with gorillas, nigga, Oompa-Lompa
Even when I'm by
Find herself at a party crowded room full of people
Boy right by her side
She still felt alone she still feels alone
Act out
She's so wild oh she's
have known by now, Eazy does it
From around the way, born in '73
Hardcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obsolete
A nigga with a serious ass
breathe in this crowded train
Surrounded by strangers wherever I go
None of them I will ever know
Even my house is not my home
I have never felt so alone
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