Well, we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you. That we've seen it all, the lies won't let you. I've got fourteen miles to go. I've got rhythm, common sense, I've got the sto.
On the east side, that's where I met my Ramona. "I wanna go to a party," that's what she said. Lonely, that's what I've been. . Here's my telephone number call me.
You've been right. Jah, Jah is coming. . When you grab a hold of me. . Look you've left. Jah, Jah is coming. . Music from Jamaica. All the love that I've found.
All that I need, look at all the love we've found. I won't run and pull the one jack move. They love her for the Kingston sound, oh. . Flava-Flave and I-C-E.
And I'm through, gonna fuck with you. Then I say what the fuck with you?. And I'm out for the nine-deuce niggas. . Comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynch.
I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch. But I won't stress and I won't switch. And I would not take my life. Glory please, my God the only thing on my mind.
Maybe one breath away. I'll find the words to say. I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long. . I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonite.
On the east side, that's where I met my Ramona. "I wanna go to a party," that's what she said. Lonely, that's what I've been. . Here's my telephone number call me.
I swear sometimes you're taking me for granted. I swear sometime you're a whore. I swear but I know there ain't no reason. 'Cause everything is such a bore.
There's a steel train comin' through. I would take it if I could. And I would not lie to you. because Sunday mornin' soon will come. . When things will be much easier to say.
Wake up in the morning and it's hard to live. Hard to live, yes, it's hard to live. And it will be a long time before shit starts to give. And every single day it's getting harder to give.
On the freeway in the county the sun don't shine. I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel a Bati man. Outside my cell deputies creep. And in this cell all I do is sleep and I dream.
All of the DJ's surely have taken a lesson. Start talking trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson. . A little competition comes my way (billy bye).
There's a steel train comin' through. I would take it if I could. And I would not lie to you. because Sunday mornin' soon will come. . When things will be much easier to say.
When you grab a hold of me. Tell me that I'll never be set free. But I'm a parasite,. Creep and crawl I step into the night.. Two pints of booze. Tell me are you a badfish too?.
Headed out for Austin, now we're half way down the road. Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by. Steady staring out the window. It fells good, it fells nice, it feels like you need it.