Without a word she tells you to go Waves of hair caress her cheek Filtering down but is it, For your good, for your dream No it isn't, for your good
Little television child won't you turn on your smile Get lost in the images of airwaves running wild Oh forgotten child, explore for awhile The pictures
Wasted... Don't ever forget the ways Of golden hopes that lost the fray To wasted rainy cloudy days That squelched the light, obscured the way Light
Naked City The street breathes, shuffling by, Never pausing to hear a cry, The pavement crawls on unaware, Filled with people who don't care. The city
gate From every corner, angle, and section ??????????????????not quite far I see '99 in crystal ball Them city-order ducks softly walk I got suppenoed by the government the other
brilliant boys that we wanna fuck man Full of ecstasy, hard drugs and bad luck Yeah yeah yeah Turn the lights back on You burn so hard But you won't burn
99 cents store baby The discount health foods knowI'msayin? All the brothers on the Lexus ail with that good, goodness Big shouts to the party bag shop To all you other
flashin' my beam Banana whipped, went with the chrome Sprewell's, dipped And I'm cruisin' like a mutha in the mothership Like a Elco in a '89, low-low in a '99
Panic scanning the rack, 99 percent of the range is all crap, Happy Birthday Dad, Worlds Best Mother, I Love You Sister, You?re a Special Brother, No other
more than some Young Guns to hurt me. I put yo mama on the stroller, bitch ain't but 30. Ya'll just got mustaches, how you gon burn me. 2 young gay versions
more than some Young Guns to hurt me. I put yo mama on the stroller, bitch aint but 30. Ya'll just got mustaches, how you gon burn me. 2 young gay versions
a dog bark, bee sting, bird sing? But first things first, why do you burn my album with left hands on your purse string? [Verse 4:] Why do we disrespect each other
from intergalactic back roads Sliding from the head to the souls of the deepest black hold on the bat pole Tryin to learn what I write might burn Like
and start the fire drill Jokers got jokes, I bet Mister Broke-off Had a toe off, the choke boss, everybody do they thing Some people get high and it's exceptable Other
you lil trey So press ya appetite we takin' ya lil tray Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit Banned in 1994 but I'm 2 legit 2 quit 99 to 6 kilos
the party bag shop To all you other food spots on your roster crew with the end shit Yeah, we out baby don't forget to flip this to the other side Get
for suckers (spits loogy) I'll spit a loogy in your pussy fuck you wit this dirty rubber Ass cheaks get smacked, clapped, waxed and smacked Fuck a bed I'm leavin carpet burns
