Lyrics:
I always loved my baby
I always kiss my baby
I's always taken by his charms
I never hurt my baby
I never beat my baby
I never did him any harm
the heat toted
And teflon tips keep the .44 loaded
Straight quoted in nine-trey, by the dime
Now we connected
He said, "Mack, when you westsidin`
He works hard to give her all he thinks she wants
A three car garage, her own credit cards
He pulls in late to wake her up with a kiss good night
If
lightly begins to rain screams of terror
Are hidden by the passing trains
This can't be little Shane, his uncle cried
As he drops to his nephew's
stay gangsta'd up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake
sixty-four Chevy level
AK-47 heavy metal
Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle
I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils
Cause we
Just gonna chill tonight
With you by my side
And look into your eyes
We gonna mellow out
Lay back on the couch
And maybe just unwind
And we
Cryin's not for me,
'cause, i'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because i'm free
Nothin's worryin' me
Nothin's worryin' me...
But there's
'are' means our Redeemer
'I' means Israel
'S' is for the star that shone so bright
'T' is for three wise men, they who travelled far
'M' is for
and feelin' alive
I'm fuckin' flawless like I live in a vault
Only type of livin' I know
See if it was you you would've killed yourself by now
It takes
thang
I said: "Bitch, I'm on my way!"
I givit to you, homeboy, play by play
She had on polkadots with miniskirt
Jumped in the car straight went
Two, three
(Lord!)
The moon is risin', an' it done got lonesome here
I said, the moon is risin', baby, an' it done got lonesome, here
a cake
And most of the niggas you see standin' by me today
Were trappin' with me in the A
And down here we always three bitches, Rodeo, LA
And killer who
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
it
Hang Hollywood niggas by they Soul Train laminates
What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
About five bank accounts, three ounces
There was Johnny McEldoo and McGee and me
And a couple of two or three went on the spree one day
We had a bob or two, which we knew how to blew
Keep away the darkness all by itself
And that’s the reason why
I know love’s alive and well
They’d been together sixty-three years
Still they smile
family
It was only two people and it's supposed to be 3
It's supposed to be me asking
(Why's the sky blue when I grow up I wanna be like you)
Yo daddy
I was raised on corn bread and gravy
And I slept in a cardboard box till I was nearly three
I bathed myself in muddy river runnin' by our shack
By
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
I'm free Tuesday 3 weeks from now
You bring your crew I bring my crew
Just pick a time and side of town
Zone 6 is my stomping ground
But I guess you
From Derry Quai we sailed away
On the 23rd of May
We were taken on board by a pleasant crew
Bound for Americay
Fresh water there we did take
I got something for you, man
Go for a ride
Bombarded by philosophies that satisfy the surface
I flee to something deeper
At the risk of seeking
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
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