Lyrics:
don't
OG, the pace I call home, black lack like that and you're sitting on chrome
Black and back strapping like antennas way up on a rat trying to set
Wyclef the multi-talented
Average heads can't handle it
I'll bring it to you live
Only if you want it
Me and my guitar go back like the days of the R
the Dead, to succumb to fate
Bring Back the Dead, that's what I hate
Bring Back the Dead
Now you're gone but I want to know what should be done
Bring Back
and I'm here to mess with you
I'll make your hair stand up and I'll make your lips turn blue
I'm gonna raise your roof
I'll ring your bell and that's
bless
Who Jah bless no man can curse
What you got? What you packing?
Come at me!
Covered by his blood you can't crip on me
Tell these boys I'm a nun,
Why won't you give me a chance?
When I'm giving you everything that I am
Tell me why
When you know you can't deny
The way that I bring it
Cause
We'll bring you flowers and things
Help pass your time
We'll give him eagles wings
Then he can fly to you
La la la la la la
La la la la la
La la la
that? That just reflects your lack of succession
Bless 'em, if it ain't Nipsey blue, it's Detroit blue
This that Detroit 2, I'm bringin' it back
he think on you niggas, he a mess
Smoking that god bless, get lifted
High technology, I'm real nifty
Keep a little box stashed in the hybrid
She
that's gone and left me blue
Blue moon
Blue moon
Blue moon
Keep on shining bright
Blue moon keep on shining bright you're gonna bring me back my baby
snow anywhere but here
It's been cold, so cold, so cold
All this time that you were not here
I hear the children saying, "God bless one and all"
take that back
But I can say today I'm makin' a change
I'mma leave the drama in my past
So if you tryin' to bring me down
Don't you ever come around
calling, heart poundin' out my chest
Wish I could bring back X, God Bless
I don't practice, I don't remember my lines
I'm just here so I don't get fined
slanted like you're Asian
But you're black, God bless whoever gave you alla that
If you seen her from the back, you'd understand why dis feel like that
She thought she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
And some moving faster,
But that's all that I wanted, I wanted.
You know it's hard
It's passing by
Memories
Be out all night
To reminisce wont bring
the pills you swill
Bring you no thrill
So travel lightly on the wing this time
Leaving all your baggage behind
As you wander through your vagabond stage
bring it back to Respond/React to this
Hey yo, I'm just a lyricist, a chemist of the hemp
The beat pimp, the ill Philly resident
That's far from
that's failing to acknowledge the
Hope that we tryna spread, if I'm not his vote
Then you need to bring his fucking head, I'll film that shit in hi-res
right at the throne
(Grab it) say you want smoke and you
Know it's no problem
No Gabriel bringing it on (Bring it, mhm)
All blue dollar signs, bleeding my
bless the child that can hold his own, no motherfuckin' doubt)
Who, knows what tomorrow brings
In this world, where everyone's blind
And where to go,
hear him say, he said
"Don't live your life by the dollar sign
Live life to the limit, that's the bottom line
No guarantees what tomorrow will bring
Be
just left school, the same BM is pulled over by the boys dressed blue
They had they guns drawn, screaming, "Just move"
"Or is there something else you
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