Lyrics:
[Warren G]
Waiting around a crew of thugs
That parade in blue, and yelling 'cause (whats up cuz)
Ate by selling drugs
'38 snub in the waist, in
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Circle around the park, joining hands in silence
Watch the evil black the sky
The storm has ripped the shelter of illusion from our brow
This
the city
Where the dreams are big and the people are loud
Lost in the city
Where the stories unfold in a vibrant crowd
I'm lost in the city
But I'll keep
are you now
As I look for you right through the crowd
All my life here I've spent
With my faith in God the church and the government
But there's
Sad people make you glad
Pardon me, could you spare some change
Oh, you're still crying
Street corner girl
Watch the crowd go by
Fill your tin
a whisper
Her smile no longer proud
I hope you find yourself
You are lost in the crowd
You are lost in the crowd
Every heartbeat pumps
The poison inside
In the moonlight he left his old steed
Near the drawbridge that he crossed
And by way of a rope ladder
He tip-toed to where his woman was
If I
are you now
As I look for you right through the crowd
All my life here I've spent
With my faith in God the church and the government
But there's
locked
In the moonlight he left his old steed
Near the drawbridge that he crossed
And by way of a rope ladder
He tip-toed to where his woman was
in my face for a second
But I move the crowd, and I reckon
That a sucker might jump and try to bait
So kill that noise and get out my face (punk)
of darkness over me
Save our souls, lost on the dark uncharted sea
Well you wake up in the morning on Hester street
And run to the factory, You can't
Brother John saw visions of God
So they put him in chains
For acting too odd
As the crowd shouted, "Off with his head"
The priest said, "Have
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Sad people make you glad
Pardon me, could you spare some change
Oh, you're still crying
Street corner girl
Watch the crowd go by
Fill your tin
the stage
Little Sally got lost as the police bossed
The crowd back in a rage
But soon the atmosphere was cooler
As Tommy gave a lesson
Sally just had
Stunted by our sentience, bound by our intelligence.
Scared of real connection, and miscommunication.
Alone in the crowd, we retreat into ourselves,
In the crowd we meet
Music pounds our feet
Lights are flashing bright
You're my neon light
Dancing side by side
Can't escape this vibe
You catch my
right
Then we shall be gone
Lost in the rhythm cause the rhythm is wild
Lost in the rhythm cause the prison is sad
Gonna need to reach her like
curas on Sunday fifteen Cuban minutes
The end is out of sight
So I'll meet you by the cannon
On the Malecón tonight
It started in Havana in
Underneath the sky
City lights they shine
Guiding all the time
Faces in the crowd
Living in the now
Traffic hums below
Where will this path go
Lost in urban
but my block fast allowed us
Don't try to crowd us nigga, we'll smack you up
Look around and see who's willin' to back you up
You're in a ghost town
Lost and forgotten in this big, crazy town
Surrounded by people but still feel so down
I paint a smile on my face, try to play pretend
But deep
workin' my brain
I need a pencil
So I can shake and change the style
But in the meanwhile, mainenterain the crowd
Make moves to improve
So I can build
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