Ladies and gentleman. I don't know what this is coming down through the audience. With all his bad looking clothes on and that over-sized hat. And raggidy clothes and all this stuff.
I'm gettin' in the groove now, so I'm like, givin' it my own shit now. Alright, could the drummer have some, y'all?. Could the drummer have some more?.
Why don't you and me take a trip and go back to my crib. I'd like to lay ya down, I'd really like to lay ya down. . Here we are, alone in my car and I can feel your temperature rising.
[Trick Daddy]. For all my children, huh, let 'em know. Sing for me. . [Chorus]. Living in a world where hearts are cold, yea yea ya'll. Living in a city where thugs don't live that long, so.
We made love on the couch. We made love on the bed. We made love in the kitchen. Can't get that out of my head. We made love on the floor. We made love in the shower.
Together we witness one of the most delightful in our times. So um, let the bass go. . Nah, it's got to go a little lower than that, Dre, drop it!. Nah, it's gotta go even lower than that, you know why? (Why?).
A little bit better than dopest. A brand new kid in showbiz. With knowledge I persevere. But now do me a favor, lend me an ear. . And we can find the rhyme to fill in space.
I start to think, and then I sink. Into the paper, like I was ink. When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines. I escape, when I finish the rhyme.
The summit, the peaks. The plains and the valley. The ballad, the fog, the bank with the alley. The waking hour, the moment, the dream. The moaning, the murmur, the laughter, the scream.
Boogie man, boogie man, boogie man. Boogie man! (hello children!). My whole life is real. My life [Repeat: x4]. A-ha, Brooklyn you know. My life [Repeat: x4].
Bright moments. . Bright moments always come back vivid.. . The fifth great was epic citywide test pressure. The pre-crack era!. . Mr. Schollmen, what a prick, attitude matches wardrobe, uglier then sin..