so gone, never thought id feel this way (Gone) you take my breath away Your like the moon in the morning [?] I'm gone, never thought id feel this way (Gone
boys can't flow, these boys be saying I'ma come down And I'ma break these boys off, and get down like James Brown Or Chucky Brown or Troy Brown, I could
to leave Cuz I'm in a position that every bra wanna be If you bought it at the end of the night come with me Aint trying to get in your pants, we gone
Written by Jim "Moose" Brown and Don Rollins The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow, An' so am I. Work day passes like molasses in wintertime
to ever spit I got that, "Hot Shit" like I'm Nelly and the Tics I pop a hot block dodge the cops and the dics Cause they want me gone, been in the game
forty-two with the signal overdue And the passengers all frantic to a man That's when I would appear and I'd saunter to the rear I'd been busy in the
And then the broken bottles that led to broken bones The petrol bombs that burnt his hands the nails that pierced his skin And now wished that he'd stayed
I was locked all day in the summer heat, In a small brown house in Suburban Street, With a skateboard and my shit guitar, I'd dream all day that they
hort] Tore that ass bitch when I came to town '79 dropped Caddy slamming James Brown Hoes sprung cause I bought a new car again Take the James Brown out
to play with these bitches You know I spit the sickest sickness since syphilis Mixed with malaria, fuck it, the more the merrier B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm
the shower for close to an hour As troubles rain down like blows on her brow Jennifer, we waited ?till dawn with the hall lights left on Worried you?d gone
our fears (inside) forsake this mourning field and drop your shield across the rainbow bridge run to the other side where all our dreams abide [knight] I'd
m eighty-two today. But what will I do now pussy's gone away? I've no-one to talk to without him around. I'd buy another cat but I need eighty pound.
world I'd found that life would bring Weary footsteps where a child graced the way Bowed her head which faced the sun Like the leaves of golden brown
from the back of your big brown eyes I knew you'd be gone as soon as you could and I hoped you would we could see that you weren't yourself and the
before a crowd only if you wanna wreck it The name is Dres, like silk I get slick Drop rhymes like a basehead Bic flicks Constantly, yes it's me D-R-E
to my scrotum Hoping makes a pretty penny, if any, one of many, we're coming through Smacking ya wit something we seen in Street Fighter II Big D's like
love we had fights in the sand, kissed in the sea, passionate nights, on the beach you and me, rubbing my hands up ya smooth brown legs, kissing ya body
