Lyrics:
and what's goin' wrong
Power, poor, rich, and weak
There is some science to what I speak
And if there wasn't, I could not face ya
'Cause this was brung by
what they're offering
How much gold they bring
They can't afford what we've had
Not even the king
They can't afford what we've got
Not even the king
I came down through Albany to New York
To find what I'd been missin'
I looked across the river to the city
Where the windows all stood glistenin'
I
the mechanical city was waking
And I ran out stumbling, mumbling
Out through the laughter
Of children and dogs
Did you see our brother
He was here
believe what the boys are blowing
You got to come on man
And take a piece of Mister Parker's band
You'll be riding by, bareback on your armadillo
Oh, we was dancin' in a really big city
Got excited by the sound of a party
Now, my heart beat while the music was groovin'
And if you wanted
angels silent night
I wonder, what Christmas in Heaven is like
There's a little manger scene
Down on Third and Main
I must've walked right by it
want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go
say 'so what' I say 'so this'
Hideaway hideaway truly
Hideaway hideaway truly
I can hear children voices playing in a yard
When I hear children
stores
Drop top coupes (coupes)
Stop by Snoop's (Snoop)
Icon weed (weed)
I got juice (I got it)
Gold presidential (I got it)
Full time masseuse (I
show them what to expect
'Cause it don't matter the race or the place
Capitol E giving the inner city taste
[Violent J]
Yea! We heading
what they're offering
How much gold they bring
They can't afford what we've had
Not even the king
They can't afford what we've got
Not even the king
want to snatch my soul from me like I'm Jesus Christ)
Compton, California, come and see what my city like
(Babies losin' hope when they see they momma
Panic in the city, wicked weeping for their gold!
Everywhere this fire is burning,
Destroying and melting their gold,
Destroying and wasting their
that no honest man can pay.
So I drew out what I had from the central trust
And I bought us two tickets on that coast city bus.
Everything dies, baby
I believe that children are our future;
Teach them well and let them lead the way.
Show them all the beauty they possess inside.
Give them a sense
trillions
The cost of weapons ran into zillions
There's gold in the street, and diamonds under feet
And the children in Africa don't even eat
Flies on their
I write strong enough
To stand in front of a travelin' freight train
Are you trained, to go against Dracula?
Draggin' the record industry by my
Once upon a time in a city made of gold
Streets were full of dreams
The air was full of hope
But somewhere in the midnight
Beneath the crooked moon
Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see
Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see
happening right here people dying of fear by the droves
And I know most of you
Either don't believe it's true,
Or else you don't know what to do
Learn to walk a tightrope
Ever seen a rich nigga go broke?
They putting liens on a nigga things
Publicize your demise, and by all means
Your
honest man can pay So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But
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