Crazy. . You find da world. Guess it's over. You'll find da space. Then you'll find stars. You look at the sun. And you see a light. You look into my eyes.
that's true!. You are all the. Who gonna get upper?. Who gonna get. Girl, me. you know. You want to think for my. With me. Let me feel great. I'll ..and run,.
Yea good to go. . I've Seen Nuff Dance Before (John). But I've Never Seen A Dance Like This (Bogle). I've Seen Nuff Dance Before (Keeva And Stacy). But A Dah One Yah Come Top Di Lis.
Yea good to go. . I've Seen Nuff Dance Before (John). But I've Never Seen A Dance Like This (Bogle). I've Seen Nuff Dance Before (Keeva And Stacy). But A Dah One Yah Come Top Di Lis.
Ain't from the streets of Compton.. Ain't from no prison yard.. Ain't got no guns or weapons.. Hell, nigga, I ain't hard.. I'd rather help than fight you..
Cancel the apocalypse. cartons of the milky way with pictures of a missing planet. last seen in pursuit of an American dream. this fool actually thinks he can drive his hummer on the moon.
Xaphoon, you crazy.... Crazy, crazy, crazy, cra, cra, cra, crazy.... . Can I rock to this rhyme? You're not on my mind,. They said we blowin up, don't jump on our mine,.
Xaphoon, you crazy.... Crazy, crazy, crazy, cra, cra, cra, crazy.... . Can I rock to this rhyme? You're not on my mind,. They said we blowin up, dont jump on our mine,.
I bring the fire, fire, fire,. I bring the fire, fire,. . I bring the fire, fire, fire,. I bring the fire, fire,. I bring the fire, fire, fire,. I bring the fire, fire..
"Fly on the wings of the wind. to the homeland, our home song. where we sang freely loving. where me and you felt so freely". . Warren G. top dog. Patrolling the beach.
Thou shall not run these streets, thou shall not hit these clubs. Every night of the week lookin' for some groupie love. Thou shall respect your heart, thou shall not play you hard.
Love letters in the sky, made for you and I. On a perfect summer's day. Watching clouds disappear whenever you are near. How I love your way, on this perfect summer's day.
I have pictures of you in my head, some in black and white. Lots of pictures I haven't deleted, still on my file. . But there ain't no moving pictures 'cause you haven't been back.
Chorus. . Who is it. Pullin up, pullin up. I'm pullin up flexin. Diamonds on my necklace. Drivin while I'm sextin. I'm pullin up flexin. I'm pullin up pullin off.
Yeah, Don Colito flyin' out a Tito. The further I get the ground look more mosquito. Dutch burnin', other hand big Mojito. I don't mean Dorito when I say (put some money on it).
Lord. Please continue to guide, direct, and protect my niggaz. From the world, and from themselves. . [Chorus]. Lord can you please shine that light on your sons.
I guess you could consider it poetry. But with me it started out with just words just words. They started looking like puzzle pieces so I started. Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases.
[Intro: Crooked I & (Royce Da 5'9")]. What the fuck you talking 'bout?. (You ain't in my lane, nigga). This is Slaughterhouse. (Me and you ain't the same, nigga).