Lyrics:
the breeze
Might just be a rookie but soon ill smoke some tree
With black eyed peas bitch Imma imma imma imma be
Only cool with the crew when we actin stupid
Lukewarm lemonade
Hot by the pool
Sun's beating down
It should rain around two
It's the 4th of July
We could watch the fireworks
And make a fire
Timothy
Live by the Lord's words, use some common sense
Niggas bout to find out what time it is
At times, didn't know what my assignment is
But aye it's ok
Oh God!
[Verse Two: Fat Joe]
Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)
Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith
of war and love
I live by them shits
Y'all niggas not ready for this
You not knowin' how you about to get your head crushed
Spray it dunn
Straight out
Shit
from wrong
[Chorus]
Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line your gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray
Is that right?
[James A. Smith]
Yeah, it upsets me to hear a World Class Wreckin' Crew
"Homosexual" disrespect some real soldiers
[Too Black
driven by desire
make that move on me
it's time for you to see
that my world's on fire!!!!!!!
CHORUS(2x)
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it mi amor
ain't for sale
Make that pussy so wet pussy turned to a well
I put that shit on the gang
It ain't the same if the games over
Baby I need me some strange
circle
Swear mums honest 2 who that we won't murk you?
Swear that we wont urch you?
Saw you shiver at the sight of some brown boys
Let me know who came
do
Well I don't really like the clubs that you go to
Plus I don't know if I like everyone in yo' crew
And I don't like staying up
Past 2
Unless I'm
the crew
Making runs like them Dubs 'fore they won those last two
So much love for the game
You see the way that I move
Moving rock, I did not
But I was
outside
Seems somehow I've found the will to live
But how can I forget you
Or try not to reject you
When we both know it takes time to forgive
greez my steez, purchase a 2-piece
Walk in some company, talkin' bout hire me
Watch your heart catch money bags
With kids from Nostrand ave
Poured out
can go and shoot pool
One day, some up the block niggaz came talking shit
Bragin' on they clique and how many crews they click with
Tryin' to start
I never thought I'd be twenty-two
Still don't think I'll be twenty-three
I still have some young bones in me
And a dream that's out to get me
I was
about what you heard
First name Schoolly, last name D, word
80 dollar shirt and my 100 dollar sneakers
Gemini mixer and some PB speakers
Turnin out
Niggas I gotta live, it's not a pejorative
Don't speak on The Kid
Lid your speech or rid ya in the streets
It's so optional, but I will be logical
And these fucking little faggots don't believe it's Ghost
Well, surprise mothafucka, Starkey Love got breakfast
Got some steaming hot biscuits, you can eat
(Violent J)
Let me ask you this about this life we live
And let me try to swerve some of this attention you give
To them distant ass relatives
that you make rounds
Same day that I left got my crew and hit the road
You were hot as summer 'til your heart turned into stone
You blame me for
boujee want some bubbles
They getting emotional now they cuddle
Barely two on the clock, it's bout to be a long night
We got some champ', we got some
a smart shoppa
Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay
But who'd a know there's two mo' that wonder where the shooter go
'Bout to jet, get him, not
You know parents are the same
No matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids
Are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids
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