Lyrics:
, make up your mind"
Live or die, grab it by the horns and baby take that ride
Live or die, give it up or give it everything inside
Fall of fly, won't
convictions
Because you're finally golden, boy
It's like I'm perched on the handle bars
Of a blind man's bike
No straws to grab, just the rushing wind
grease, and elbow room
Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom
Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse
(I'm the kid with the golden arms)
of us
We might have lost the whole darn place
But we were bound by the code of the Muskateers
Such golden hours were shared
By the freckled-face boy
out on the furniture
Hip-Hop, part of me, I just wanna party
Grab somebody, sing "La-ti-dad-dy"
It's 7-P la, suits to di-dor-dora
Erykah Badu,
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, "Boy, bye" (sorry)
Tell
be the first on your block to meet his eye!
Make way! Here he comes!
Ring bells! Bang the drums!
You're gonna love this guy!
Prince Ali!
That's right I'm in it
(Should've known I would fall)
I'm in it
(Stepping on cracks on the floor)
That's right
(And boys at your door)
That's right
Once there was a thankless leader|Blinded by a golden ring|Now there's no more peaceful gatherings|Take me 'cross the aisle now baby|Let me see how
Am I gonna live till next week?
Will I get shot by a dope fiend,
Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ring
I really can't say, cause I don't know
girl call, feelin' she mad, she threw the ring out
How she found out, she dreamt the whole thing out
Y'all be goin' through problems you gotta work
but I'm bout ta break his block off
When you see them boys you know I'm bustin' out ta druggin' out
Don't be askin' who that is boy you better get
Nights fall hard on Hollywood
The stars don't come out like they should
Up above the world so high tonight
They can't outshine the neon lights
a winning hand
Son, she always said, you gotta stand tall
Even when it looks like you'll take a fall
Life is short and sometimes sweet
Get out
when niggaz be tryin' to test me I gets frisky
Grab a pint of golden whiskey then they swing but shit they missed me huh
I'm gettin' nice with them
around again
He doesn't need her now in all the ways that she needs him
She's on the edge about to fall from leaning out again
She doesn't know which way
boys from their suites uptown
All would have you gladly on your knees
Some would sneer as they pass you by
Laugh and snicker at the rags you wear
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
When I was a boy, all the books I read
I followed like a blind man
To heed the words my father said
Those golden summers faded into night, words
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
gun
Just put the shell of a thompson gun
Walk away me boys walk away me boys
And by morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear from your
playin' I just, graah
Pull up to the rock
Grab that Filipina, look up in my eye, way up
Hot, got price on my head
Me and Trav jump out, we ain't gonna
gun
Just put the shell of a thompson gun
Walk away me boys walk away me boys
And by morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear from your
that alone, she shouldn't feel no pain no more
'Cause one day we'll all be together, sipping heavenly champagne
With angels songs, with golden rings, in
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