Lyrics:
Still here with who I started with
The game needed life, I put my heart in it
I blew myself up, I'm on some martyr shit
Carry the weight for my city
ringing
White rice hits blue skies
And the blind still lead the blind
As they look for paradise
Oh yeah
Paradise
Welcome to paradise
Here is my
for the Bloods
The whites for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs
Or the slugs that ignites, through the night, by the dawn
Early light,
I'm still trapped inside my head I kinda feel like its a purgatory
So polite and white, but I got family who would murder for me
Think I'm living
yellow tape and white sheets
Buck chrome tell em why
Living like felipe though you
Lay on our paper
Yo life we repo play for keeps
No need for peace talk
of the song
Still their claiming that I handled it wrong
But then I never had an enemy, except for NME
But I'll be selling twice as many copies
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
At first sight I could picture you in a white dress."
Thirty foot train, diamond from Lorraine
Just to make up for all the years and the pain
Family
was
And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin' more fucked by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then
even get right in my home land
Pulling sweats hold ticks paranoia
Looking out for a threat in own land
I was trained in America
How they get up in
A little white house, in the heart of town
On a little sad street, just a little run down
Became a home, for Bill and Sue
Two newlyweds, who did
of the sky
That perhaps I could stop looking for direction
From you
Well, what started off as an idea on a whim
Has turned into something more
Too shy
for a quarter
I'm a child of a backseat freedom, baptized by rock and roll
Marilyn Monroe and the Garden of Eden, never grow up, never grow old
The winter has come the roads are white
Everyone's home late tonight
May we stay or will it depend
As old friends
In the end still old friends
el calor de la calle
(In the heat of the street)
Buscan valor en la calle
(Looking for valor in the street)
Hasta final de la calle
(Till the end
for sure
I'm running out of gas and out of time
Never gonna make it there by nine
There's gotta be something more
Gotta be more than this
I need
I left Cape Breton on the coal boat for St. John's, Newfoundland|And I met a little girl named Sally|And I took her by the little white hand|She
This is my muh fucking house
Hey I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell
I got pounds of keisha
Dope house full of geekers
Looking for that white bitch, cocaina have you seen her?
I got pounds of keisha
Dope house full
Jack your shit, take your car for a test drive (Ah shit)
Gangbanin' out the window hollering let's ride
Gotta keep a tec by the bedside
These niggas
We began by sharing more together
Black against white made in our mind
But things are different now, we've grown apart
So it's ok, call it a day
Slim looking big all bigger than his bro now
Dange its been a minute and the mandem want you home now
Sharpa gone six years but the flame still flares
tinted up, tailgates down
Running our mouths, riding up and down
Just looking for a fight
We heard all the stories a thousand times
Somebody go on and tell
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