Now you're heading down to get someone should've done what he had to do years ago the position is coming through all the people that you're standing
with you It's only natural that you should Feel the same way too It's circumstantial, it's nothing written in the sky And we don't even have to try and we
Walking 'round the room singing "Stormy Weather" At 57 Mt. Pleasant Street Well, it's the same room, but everything's different You can fight the sleep
Hey now, hey now Don't dream it's over Hey now, hey now When the world comes in They come, they come To build a wall between us We know they won't win
But I don't know where you go Do you climb into space To the world where you live, To the world where you live. So here we lie against each other These
better be home soon So don't say no Don't say nothing's wrong Cos when you get back home Maybe I'll be gone It would cause me pain If we were to end
chocolate cake? Tammy Baker must be losing her faith Can I buy another cheap Picasso fake? Andy Warhol must be laughing in his grave And the dogs are on the road, we
and I send some We never knew where the poison came from Yo, we're rapping on H.E.A.L. so we thought we like to mention Acquired Immune Defiency Syndrome
this goes out to everybody in the whole wide world fresh coast gettin' rowdy we don't represent out west we signifyin' we showin' out and we about to
dream Love Life Live Come play the game, our world is free Do what you want but scream We know a place where the nights are hot It is a house of funk
t pronounce em Just to show ya how we house em from the Westside of thangs (Killa Cali motherfuckers) where the gangbangers hang The L dot A dot Crenshaw Boulevard Where
two thousand [J-Ro] and fourteen, we'll still be holdin down the scene Comin fresh everytime like peas from Jolly Green Everytime we rock a show we send the crowd
(feat. The Baby Bubbas) The Baby Bubbas in the house We came here to party, so get up everybody [x4] Well my name is J-Ro I came to rock the world
in an instant, the fourth of seven children The oldest male on the block was half and half Brown stones to neck bones, crack jonez to tones Where young
hot We was on our way, straight to tha top But my homeboi feel like his man need to drop (Uh ohh) His frustration kicks in, now here we go My homeboi
ya hate that, look we stay straped From Crook from way back done took the game back Ya shook, remain fact top of the world, stop knockin the girl She
your standstill signs of a better world causes we understand failures we expected to occur and bring redemption for our sins safety from the crowds in
asked mum "Where are we goin'?" Nobody even knew what to say to them, Ken didn't wanna lie, he said "The US is lookin' for spies, So we have to live in
