Lyrics:
to me rudely; cause I’m young rich and I’m black
and live in a movie, not living by rules
New rap patrollin the city, follow my crews
Bleek you’re still
o to sleep you weary hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by
Can't you hear the steel rail humming
That's a hobo's lullaby
Do not think about
tongue...I'm like a tab...
I will give you what...you're not supposed to have...
Under my breath...I swear by sin...
For better or for worse...a best we
smokin', thinkin' about the world, dice rollin'
Police behind me, blue lights glowin'
Keep goin', I ain't gonna stop (Hell nah)
Fuck a cell, I don't wanna
your head make I treat am
Stop Fighting
Kai leave that thing not my thing
I don tell all my babies stop chatting
Finna take you to the world exciting
and crawl in it like a tunnel
From the 3-1-3 to the 8-1-0
Hey Brian, you ain't coverin' the rush hole
You're not doin' it right, pay attention
Who
Where are You now
When darkness seems to win?
Where are You now
When the world is crumbling?
Oh I, I-I-I, I hear You say
I hear You say
a strength I want to
I must hang on to your hand
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty
Alright, I'll show you again
Now remember, three
[Ice Cube]
Damn G the spot's gettin hot
So how the f*** am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at n****z through a microscope
In L.A.
I've got heartaches by the number
A love that I can't win
But the day that I stop counting
That's the day my world will end
Heartache number three
(If you ain't up on thangs)
Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still puffin' my leaves
Still fuck with the beats
Still not lovin' police
The only way, for me to come back, is by makaveli
That's it! all these motherfuckers stole from me
I'm takin' back what's mine
Laughing you
It doesn't drive me to fight you back
Then I know, whoa-oh
That I'll never let it be
World War III
Not gonna be a World War III
Oh-oh (oh-oh)
this kind of love
Was built for one another
And we're so lucky we're among the few.
And if we had three wishes wonder what we'd wish for
We'll walk
a strength I want to
I must hang on to your hand
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty
Alright, I'll show you again
Now remember, three
"For the benefit of Mr. Ki-"
"Iced water"
"Okay, men, let's go, light's on"
One, two, one, two, three, four
For the benefit of Mr. Kite
believe people can change, but only for the worse
I could've changed the world if it wasn't for this verse
So satanic, K-Mart chains panic 'cause they
it is
Am I the hand that moves or the fingerprint?
Ahh
Fingertips
World is at my fingertips
Reefer in my cuticles
Police want my fingerprints
laugh
'Cause you did not do your math
Like one, two, three
Damn, y'all feel that? Oh
Like one, two, three
The world keeps turning
Oh what a day,
team wins
How to count my lack of trust
And the mess I made of us
In a perfect world
In a nearly perfect world
When you held me, I could not fall
a spot beside the other 3
Without a place here in this world, I know that I'd be lost
Thank you, world, for lettin' me contribute to the cause
I may
close and turn the world away
Even if it's not forever
It it'll keep me from unraveling
A little traveling music please
Two and three days after
gonna go Spring Breakers
(Every time, I-)
Every time, I make it so outrageous
Always gonna lose to people playin' safer
Four, three, two, one, see you
heartaches by the numbers a love that I can't win
But the day that I stop counting that's the day my world will end
[ guitar ]
Heartache number three was
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