Lyrics:
trust love, I need your love
I wanna treat love right
Love this is your night
Hey DJ! This is dedicated to love
I can tell by the way that you talk
just that in my own mind
I was born with a little bit of paradise
I was lucky in that way
Not like my husband
Who was born and raised in hell
I
grou-pies, they jock a lot
Ugly hoes jockin, don't give em no rap
Sack ?? or not, cause my posse's strapped
Don't deny us, the flyest guys in town
Punks,
18, just like momma made me
Keep it 18, that's how my uncle raised me
I'm on 18, always on 18
1800, born on the same street
I'm so 18, just like momma
Sisters of the way-side bide their time in quiet peace
Await their place within the ring of calm
Still stand to turn in seconds of release
Await
Oh, what a year to be here
On this little rock, third from the sun
And we need some mercy
Lighting a way from south to north
Voices raised
whoa-oh, singin', "Oh, Santa Rosa", whoa-oh, high and low, ooh
Then one day, sang ol' Craig, "I'll be free to go my way
And be standin' by the bay at Santa
I was lost and tossed on a misty morning by a drunken sailor
and the genie in the bottle let me down,
I was raised on Cain, in the name
Well I gave all my money to the banker this month
Now I got no more money to spend
She smiled when she saw me comin' through that door
When I left
my concepts go
My posse's to the side yellin', Go Vanilla Go!
Smooth 'cause that's the way I will be
And if you don't give a damn, then
Why
Well I was sitting at a roadhouse down on Highway 41
You were wiping off some ketchup on a table that was done
I knew you didn't see me I was in
think we live in era meant for me
Experimentally I found a way to spread the terror mentally
When I stumbled upon this resolution
By usin' a special
should've been let out the penitentiary
Ice Cube would like to say
That I'm a crazy mothafucka from around the way
Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out
game
Nope, nope, y'all can't copy that
Bad, moonwalking, this here, is our party
My posse's been on Broadway, and we did it our way
Grown music, I
Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs on his way to the
Stage with a Martin guitar and a six pack
Yeah and he was the poet of the Lone Star
real
Nobody has to hide
The way that they feel
If you'll stay right here
Tomorrow you'll be fine
I will be here for you
Standing by your side
So
damage on our quest for cabbage
They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it
Most wanted by the population murdered you for it
Exploit your weakness
We don't apologize
And that's just the way it is
But we can harmonize
Even if we sound like shit
Don't try to criticize
You bitches better plead
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way
Was
Bo bo bo clack clack clack clack clack
Get your street knowledge every posse know that come again
Bo bo bo clack clack clack clack clack
The only
She feels me where I lay
I hope to God one day she'll see that my love is not that way
She holds me in the morning time and never lets me go
I hope
back window with a bubble in the middle
Who's car is it? Posse won't say
We all play it off when you look our way
Rollin' four deep, tires smoke up
your chorus
Now your verse is runnin' on verbs that are way too weak"
But don't be downhearted, I can fix it for you, sonny
It won't take too long,
their way in
Got statues and apostles and other godly things
In desserts they build them of mortar and clay
In barrios they stick them by fire escapes
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