Das Jahr ist 1-9-9-6, ich trag Callaway Caps, wir drehen Joints trinken Schulle und dann Schnaps auf Ex. Meine Hande sind fleckig - wovon kommt das -
I. OVERTURE ------------------------------------------------------------- "I lie awake, staring out at the bleakness of Megadon. City and sky become
POLARIZE ME SENSITIZE ME CRITICIZE ME CIVILIZE ME COMPENSATE ME ANIMATE ME COMPLICATE ME ELEVATE ME Goddess in my garden Sister in my soul
And the men who hold high places Must be the ones to start To mould a new reality Closer to the Heart The Blacksmith and the Artist Reflect it
He's got a road map of Jupiter A radar fix on the stars All along the highway She's got a liquid-crystal compass A picture book of the rivers Under
Driven up and down in circles Skidding down a road of black ice Staring in and out storm windows Driven to a fool's paradise BUT IT'S MY TURN TO
Living on a lighted stage Approaches the unreal For those who think and feel In touch with some reality Beyond the gilded cage. Cast in this unlikely
I knew he was different, in his sexuality I went to his parties, as a straight minority It never seemed a threat to my masculinity He only introduced
[chorus:] 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 no one here's gonna get to go to heaven no one here's gonna get to go to heaven no one here's gonna get to go to heaven the
[Chorus:] 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 no one here's gonna get to go to heaven no one here's gonna get to go to heaven no one here's gonna get to go to heaven the
What do we have here? One very dead brotha, five gun shot wounds, four to the chest. Name was Tim or sumin, recognize it from the neighborhood. Drug
[DJ Paul and Juicy J] I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Whatcha niggas wanna do?) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Talkin all that fuckin shit)
Chorus It's some cowards in this thang If you see them point them out X8 (Juicy J) Act like you know me, when I tell that I'm from the North Act like
Chorus What's a nigga doin?,chargin these hoes, DJ Paul What the true playas doin,oh,they makin these hoes pay the mutha fuckin cost, to the real mutha
(Scarecrow) Don't be scared put a rubber on tha' head (8x's) We be clockin mutha fuckas manne' u know we be hard don't let me catch you on my property
(Talking)-[D.J Paul] and [Juicy "J"] Chorus 1: [Juicy "J''] If you ain't claiming G-D (FUCK Y'ALL HOES) If you ain't claiming V-L (FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
Triple six triple six triple six smoked out (layed back) now i'm high really high mane i'm about to shout 7x (lord infamous) the end is creating illusions
Let he be a bitch icuz i sell this weed and be rish hoe