Lyrics:
Will.i.am the ghetto (you can find it all), Will.i.am the ghetto (in the street)
'Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature
Gotta keep thuggin I'm thuggin,
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lay back hypnotized by The Neptunes sound
My peoples always see me and they think I'm on point
So they roll me
next?"
"I didn't screw it up, did I?
Okay, but here's another one I could screw up"
"What is it?"
"Am I going to do this by myself?"
"Do it by
What would you do?
All the pain I thought I knew
All the thoughts lead back to you
Back to what was never said
Back and forth inside my head
I
came on
And into the morning light
Sweet William said I'm troubled in my head
By the dreams that I dreamed last night
Such dreams such dreams as these
I
Dogg]
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lay back hypnotized by The Neptunes sound
My peoples always see me and they think I'm on point
So they roll me
Manners, I mean, never was much, never has been
But the little bit that was was all that we had
And now the clown does a fart and we all fart back
can't put them back together
What would you say, what would you do?
Children and animals two-by-two
Give me the needle, give me the rope
We're going
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
money in a duffle bag
Fuck 'em all, wet 'em and we gotta double back
The homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchen
On the mission, said he get it
money in a duffle bag
Fuck 'em all, wet 'em and we gotta double back
The homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchen
On the mission, said he get it
I'm obsessive and crazy
That's fine, you won't mind if I say
By the way
I hate that stupid old pickup truck you never let me drive
You're
Brass knuckle flow rise oven dough
When I'm over the hill i never to tuck and roll
You better handle my rhyme book with oven mitts
Just ate
a trucker
let alone the skills I possess
And y'all gon' see by these mil's I possess
Never settle for less, I'm in excess
Not inexpensive DVS
To the two,
me back)
Lately, I'm going out of my head, all the things that I said
I wish that I never said them now (oh oh oh)
Mm, you're gonna want me back
lately (lately)
I'm going out of my head, all the things that I said
I wish that I never said them now
Mmm, you're gonna want me back
Wish I could
the souk
Slide of your slipper as you
Move through the souk
I'm going back, oh back to Marseilles
Down by the harbour
Same old danger, same old jive
Hoping
be given its due
Like a pony that carries its master back home
Like an old friend that's tried and been true
My spirit will never be broken
need 'em
But where the fat ones at? I got something to feed 'em
It's some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em
Snap back, green
wrong, I admit I did
But now I'm facing the rest of my life alone, whoa
[Chorus]
I'd never hurt you (If I could turn back)
Never do you wrong (If I
and the sun going down
Make me feel alright
Make me feel alright
I grab my guitar and pick out a song
You wear that pretty dress we never could go wrong
We
life and it never comes around, uh-huh
So don't hold back now
Just let go of all you've ever known
You can put your hand in mine
And don't fear it
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