Lyrics:
The nights that had to end for good, still not understood, by the girls and boys
Carefree in their actions as for morals they had none
When the girls were
When most us saddle up for the old trail for our last ride, we leave little
Enough behind to show that once we have camped here. Some leave more
with an empty fist
But my heart is full and my love is true
We can still get married in the style of our friends and family
Gather all of them
to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still wouldn't pay my
to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still wouldn't pay my
They strain to slang sling I'm trained to bring game
History that I arranged been regained by King James
Go to practice with tactics when
a memory of me
I passed by the house we once loved in
For a glimpse of what I thought was our dream
But these days I find the dream was all mine
Cause
some knowledge
Never did get a degree
We did it our way lookin' back on the good days
There's still not a lot I regret
Nights I Can't Remember,
fast
These days are ours
[Chorus]
Follow the lights that line the streets
connecting telephones
Follow the lights from house to house
And they
Grandpa's down
By the two lane
In the blazing sun
Or pouring rain
Sells tomatoes
From the back
Of his pickup truck
Reads the Bible line for
understand
What life without them would be.
And there's plenty of food on our table
Lots of love in the house
The children all do what they're able to do
took up the living room
You played me boogie-woogie I played you love songs
You'd say we're playing house now you still say we are
We built our
My father sits at night with no lights on
His cigarette glows in the dark
The living room is still
I walk by, no remark
I tiptoe past the master
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
Janis Joplin
The Who
The Band
Blood, Sweat and Tears
Joe Cocker
Santana
Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young
Sly and the Family Stone
And Mr. Jimi Hendrix
Oh
by my side
Dirt road, slow ride
And there's no place that I'd rather be tonight
Baby, this is our town
Always has been, always will
Pour it out
what's up
"Compton's in the House" was more than gold, it was a hit
'Cause it was based on some crazy shit
So our final conclusion has been permitted
what's up
"Compton's in the House" was more than gold, it was a hit
'Cause it was based on some crazy shit
So our final conclusion has been permitted
She's not much for thrills
And says things with fancy frills
Don't turn her on
She seems so content working hard
To make our house a home
She's
our souls
We're still the young lions
So check it out
Getting' too drunk on Saturdays
Check it out
Playin' football with the kids
On Sundays
family West, but it's whatever
In a glass house still throwing stones
Hova, Beysus, watch the thrones (Happy in love)
You did some things to me
Boy,
Have you ever been awakened by the crowing of a rooster
While the night's dew is still heavy on the ground
And the voice of Uncle Ben seems
am a man who understands your reticence
I am a man who still does what he can
To dispel our archaic reputation
I am a man who has heard all he can
the park to love each other
But when our fingers interlock, can't deny, can't deny, you're worth it
'Cause after all this time
I'm still into you
I
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