Lyrics:
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh)
From the home of the 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brains
Broadcastin' live
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh)
From the home of the 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brains
Broadcastin' live
[Chorus - 2X]
[Layzie Bone]
What you thought a nigga'd be up and gone
Fly by night, no longer Bone, strictly hype
Nigga better think twice
cause all
and the consequences and I still do it
And then I'm so fresh, them niggas mildew it
Not just a actor by profession, pimp, I live movies
That's why they whisper when
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
to
Shall pass
My God
I gotta
Make it
This house
On fire
My heart
No home
I'm feeling
So alone
So alone
Lord it's
Time that I get focused
I stay on some
When I drive back home
To the house where i live
North of the town that i love
Turning left I'm left to wonder
If there's ever gonna be a
Better site
time to look back
I got no time to relax
I got no time to wonder if it could be better with ex
I got no time to worry about what could happen next
I got
shallow as drugs
Always catching the next flight, surface level every night
And as soon as your record dies
Career will be right behind
To each their own
I
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
our story
Is supposed to end
So, baby, come home, I miss you so
Let me love you all night long
Baby, just stay, and don't walk away
I can't live without
to her ‘bout my woman at home
I learned from America having sex wasn’t curing it
Venting my emotions felt better than getting off
Not to be of less class,
shit
Some shit I don't even understand, like
That shit better be crazy, we waitin' on you
Yeah
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
tell you wrong from right
And you don't wanna work
You just wanna be famous
I don't wanna get a job
I just wanna be famous
And live the better life
I
I was born a house cat
By the slight of my mother's hand
I think I'm gonna stay home
I want to live in the center of a circle
I want to live
around my house and watch TV
I want the real life, I want to live the real life
I guess it don't matter how old you are
Or how old one lives to be
I
was better than being alone. I met one of my best friends this way, Kelly. She was also a teenager, not homeless, but just like me. She wanted to be
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
this house into a home
straight up and down
I got my man Melo T in the house
I got my man Preacher Earl in the house
I got my man Asu in the house
I
that one man can control
It can never all get ruined
You will always have your home
So you may be left with a fallen house
So you may be left with
me the extended energy
That i can soon live up to
I'm wishing but never getting please
I'm a lost boy
I'm a lost dought
In a lost world
In a lost house
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