getting kicks Life plays the same old tricks I'm still getting kicks Looking for an easy fix But I'm still getting kicks Life plays the same old tricks I'm still getting kicks
myself further to ground Everyone's moved on, and I've lost my way... So you say But I'm still getting kicks While life throws stones and sticks I'm still getting kicks
3 - Muja Messiah] You could tell I'm focused by the look in my eye You could see I'm dirty by how clean my kicks is You know I tell the truth, I got no
[DJ Evil Dee] Uh, this is Side 2, Evil Dee in your area Rawkus, every four minutes of dump flavored Now and Laters [laughs] and ass-crack Oreos (ready
nautical miles of styles Volatile vocal ( ? ) bionics moving physical bodies with third eye Grandmaster of intellectual power, how much can a black hole devour All that's in the world with my gravity 7
she been against me and hatin Sayin fuck it I got to keep it ruggish and thuggish Mean muggin kissin and huggin I aint got time for that fuckin dumb shit It's time to kick
gunshot are firin out the ghetto area seen? I haffa watch my back Too much crack seen? Watch yourself cuz nuff home-icide a gwan in de area [Daz Dillinger
to the place And better believe that you can see We're gonna rock and never stop And here we go again Hit you with the flow again Kick it up the
When I inject memory cell motors retrospect To recollect; too genuine skills I resurrect Directed live from the 2-1-2, 7-1-8, and 5-1-6 area Throughout
I kick the lyrical windmills And backspin Benedict Strictly for my benefit I step on toes when I flow don't get offended Come and get with it Comprehended when I kick
C (coldest lyricists, in the 7-1-3), hey [H.A.W.K.] 7-1-3, is the area code 7-45, is how I hog the road 24/7 nigga, I stay blowed And all the hoes say
up now all my niggaz, makin major figgaz. [Verse 2: Yukmouth] Mobb shit, the type of shit you out committin a lick pistol whip them nigga to death and have a kick
Thirsty, snippin' out a pig nose My Benz too, with wings and 6-0's My flows is North Pole cold My hands got area's that fits snow Doc, fixin' hoes in
all in About this time is when I started ballin I never got caught above or fallin short When haulin some dope from my niggas in Flint out of Detroit She kick
[DJ Evil Dee] Uh, this is Side 2, Evil Dee in your area Rawkus, every four minutes of dump flavored Now and Laters *laughs* and ass-crack Oreos (ready
man is judged by the color of his skin We can't win Not the content of his character They scared of you 22 million black in America You better stand your area
E-40] Motherfucker! [E-40] Doo-Doo-Doo-Do [E-40] Da-Da-Da [x1] [E-40] 4-1-5-1-7-0-7 the bay area [E-40] BIAATTCH!! [E-40] There's a place in the bay
escape row Thirsty, snippin' out a pig nose My Benz too, with wings and 6-0's My flows is North Pole cold My hands got area's that fits snow Doc, fixin
