Lyrics:
decided to walk down town an' get myself a little fresh air
Before long, I found myself in front of a big church on the corner of the square
Boy, I
track with Shadz of Lingo
Mic check one two, yo you got my nerves jumpin' around
And "Humpin' Around" like Bobby Brown across town
I ain't with that,
in hand
Right on the edge of this big land
Barefoot in the sand
It's an actual reality, what this day can really bring
If we bear our two souls on this
dances
I've gone lining up for shows
I've been safely placed in rows
Sure I know how it goes
Another day goes by
Little time machine
I'm breaking my brain
of man
Who's profits rape the land
And the rains are pouring down
From the growers to the towns
And until we break the killing chains
There's
ain't letting no body drag me down
I'm so done
Gotta clear my mind, get out of this town
Roll one before I hop on this flight
When I land these hoes know
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, hey, Snoop, what up? This your nigga, Dre
Hey, man, I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
the clouds
In a little town, away from the bustling crowds
We'll laugh and we'll dance, by the light of the moon
One day I'll see you, oh I hope it's soon
his big brown eyes.
Refrain:
Little Bo-Beep - get along to sleep;
Never mind the worry - keep on countin' them old sheep;
Your little eyelids flutter
"Do you smoke opium?" he said
As he opened my wallet on the street
Please god please can you breathe a little softer
It's hard enough to stand
a slug in my back
But I adapted quickly, suckers tried to get me
Now the fools better run 'cause this just drive-by Billy
Little black boy from
Crazy, crazy little man,
What do you think you're doing here?
Big, beautiful world just for us,
Good use we must put it to.
Any way I can think to use it
America to me
The place I work in
The worker by my side
The little town the city
Where my people lived and died
The howdy and the handshake
America to me
The place I work in
The worker by my side
The little town the city
Where my people lived and died
The howdy and the handshake
I reckon you all don't know me at all
I just got here today
My home is way down in a little town
It's not so far away
Everybody for miles around
on mad trees
By the ocean/sun Pekinese and palm trees
M city is the land of the free
Welcome to Monrovia
It's an itty bitty city/place where the girl dem
street
From the ville to seminary to the rollin 20's
Wit ghetto celebrities
Like Big Feek and Little D
See the east bay dragon is the home
here
2: Clothes Of Sand
Who has dressed you in strange clothes of sand,
Who has taken you far from my land,
Who has said my saying were wrong,
I came to the big ol' city
Not knowing a soul
I had a little bit of weed
And a couple of rolls
Pop one, pop two, pop three, pop four
And I was
drugs don't ask me why
Why the fuck I still gotta stand in line
When I go out for a night on the town
I'm sick and tired
Why life seem to pass me by so
started a great big fight
Then a big policeman came and snapped him down
He's in the jailhouse now, he's in the jailhouse now
I told him once or twice
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
the good
Ol' days no way? Never happen? Records are
Made out of oil all those big rock shows go
From town to town in
Fuel-gobbling 45 foot trucks
And when
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