Lyrics:
He's born to live, he's born to love
But we'll teach him not to hate
True love it is a rock
Smoothed over by a stream
No ticking of a clock
Truly
hopeless, I can't cope
Me and the homies smokin' roaches, 'cause we broke
Late night hangin' out 'til the sunrise gettin' high
Watchin' the cops roll by
the woods
Raised by canine
Never learned the things I should
Had to learn to stay alive
Now that I live urban
I have a lot more fun heh
I might do
I'm a hip-hop gangster and my name is Todd
Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme
Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind
'Cause I play
really doesn't got
shit to live for if you can't explore the
realms of thought you ought not test lest
you be chomped up, like a pop rock, stopped
or Scot La Rock
But they can get bust
Get robbed, get dropped
I don't play around
Nor do I fuck around
And you can tell by the bodies that are
Every night when the sun went down
In the town where we live, the empty streets were lit up
By reflective light from a distant sun
Bouncing off
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
Back, on the block, so we can rock
With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop
Back on the block
Back on the block
[ VERSE 1: Ice-T ]
back in the beamer with the present tense. Blunt in my hand, gun in my lap. I'm out here running laps, I ain't coming unless I'm strapped. Shit to live
to the jungles of the East popping that yang
You won't survive, get live, catching wreck is our thing
I don't gang bang or shoot out, bang, bang
The relentless
the place
And walk straight up on you fuckin crooked niggaz
Comin out ya mouth sideways like some rookie niggaz
I drink Henny mixed wit nothing
My weed
as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe someone could hear
Goodnight you moonlight ladies.
Rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
Deep in seven duce dos dogs
Going to the club, coolin' with the thugs
We gon rock, get high, hope to fly
When we in the 305, we get live (Nigga What)
I'm
schools
Dyin to get busy, because I knew I had the tools
Then I got the heart and went by the set
I said, "Yo, I wanna rock the set" "Yeah no sweat"
Kickin
MUSIC FOR MY SOUL
Music & Lyrics by Rocky Michaels
It's 5:30 Monday morning
Off to work to pay my way
I stare out at the blue skies from my office
Or Michael Ealy I don't know about that cause he might go sceely
When he find out when the tech drop and then pop his chick gon feel me
[Chorus]
Who that
to the jungles of the East popping that yang
You won't survive, get live, catching wreck is our thing
I don't gang bang or shoot out, bang, bang
The relentless
just buggin' the fuck out
Enough of that shit, it's time to O.D, one time
But y'all could take it how you want it, word
Ayo the bottom line is I'm
Go for the club kid one hit wonder
Killin' it, a brilliant career move blunder
Clear blue thunder, rock 'n'
Roll the whole house, announce
The true
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
Lena meets Michael and they fall in love
Five years go by and they want to get married
They live their dream and they're happy with that
All of their
Black and blue
Or your heavens,
Cherry Blossoms?
But what do you cover
With your ocean of colors?
Secrets? Regrets?
Who are you
Through
America gone plastic
And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth
He's hitching himself way down south
To learn a little black and blues
From old
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