Lyrics:
ring
Roll through the hood on them gold thangs
Now it's world war 3 in them streets
Ain't gone never have enough police
Picture I relax, relate,
Just watch as I crucify myself
For some weird second string
Loser who's not worth mentioning
My God, love's embarrassing as hell
And I consoled you
laugh
'Cause you did not do your math
Like one, two, three
Damn, y'all feel that? Oh
Line one, two, three
The world keeps turning
Oh what a day,
step, ooh, baby, gonna get to you, girl
Step by step, ooh, baby, really want you in my world
(Step) hey girl, can't you see
I've got to have you all
Lady: Hallo
Kidnapper:
Lady we've just kidnapped your husband
Have $800,000 ready by tomorrow night
And lady no police
Or you'll never see your
of hard knocks
And I carry that attitude with me to this day, more or not
And I'm young and hot-headed
Always running from police and skateboardin'
committed, day by day
No-one tries to stop them in any way
Not all the peace makers turned war officers
Hear when I say
Police, police, police, police
I stood in this sun sheltered place
'Til I could see the face behind the face
All that had gone before had left no trace
Down by the railway
car, don't even take the garbage out by yourself; always go with a man.
Then, one of the eyewitnesses identified a policeman as one of the suspects.
not much for looks
And no hero out of books
Is my man
Two or three girls has he
That he likes as well as me
But I love him!
I don't know why I
We're on top of the world
We're on top of the world now darling so don't let go
Can I call you mine
So can I call you mine now darling
For
in the court, Order in the court
That muthafucka shot me, case dismissed
Ha Ha Ha Ha, police
I'm the police
[Verse 3 - Xzibit]
You see this fuckin'
want my love
Well I, heard the crowd singin' out of tune
As they, sat and sang Auld Lang Syne by the light of the moon
I heard the preachers bangin'
back on the world for a while
I'll stay right there 'til I paint my masterpiece
Well, the hours I've spent inside the Coliseum
Dodging lions with
beats a day for three summers
That's a different world like three summers
I deserve to do these numbers
The kid that made that deserves that Maybach
hot
So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at niggas through a microscope
In L.A. everybody and they momma sell dope
They
at fifteen clubs a day
And though she thought I knew the answer
Well I knew what I could not say
And so I quit the police department
And got myself a steady
I grew up in eastern Texas
Visiting Prairie View
We rehearsed at T.S.U. for many years in 3rd Ward
And I always dreamed of going to an H.B.C.U.
and play
What more can I say? Welcome to LA
My nigga said he wanna fly out to get him
Some, three W's only for a three day run, bitch
Take them
straight from the underground
A young nigger got it bad 'cause I'm brown
And not the other color
Some police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
Even ducked a gun, Nintendo Duck Hunt
I ducked police, I had to run
Meanwhile, when you get old you might become futile
My old style is a rough of my
As I was walkin' down rub-a-dub square
Not a chill to the window but a little to the air
From another direction she was calling my eye
It could be
there
[Chorus]
Day by day, day by day
Day by day, day by day
Oh dear Lord, three things I pray [one, two, three]
To see thee more clearly [day by
He knows (he knows)
Or, I think he does
'Cause when I lived
In the arse of the world
He knows, he knows
He knows I'd love
To see him
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