days are getting along. It seems the times of our lives have all come and gone, but we know better. We've just begun. We are, we are, the kids in the way
us down We are, we are, we are, we are The kids in the way We are, we are, we are, we are The kids in the way We are, we are, we are, we are The kids
are getting along. It seems the times of our lives have all come and gone, but we know better. We've just begun. We are, we are, the kids in the way
Traduzione: Kids In The Way. We Are.
needs him anyway? Don't get your kind of music He lets the others choose it He thinks you kids are freaks He wants you on the streets Come on, you can have your own way
off something proper The gun G-O-D's pulled up, sitting on choppers Cuz you know I can't be slippin in the '94 So put up a glock, cuz we be buckin with
go that way Uh, and the chances are that I probably won't regroup So I'm a take this loot and put some old school rnb soul groups That way the value insurance
m preparin 'em For everythin I seen, who's the most feard and why they scared of 'em Well first, we need to know who we kill first Or how to know a whole
who are you For we take off make sure that your seated Billboard read it believe it [Chorus] [G-Dep] Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me when
feel like, we just need the air [H.A.W.K.:] Before this love, dissolves Let's get this problem solved, cause there are two kids involved We both, need
nigga), war (nigga) We'll take your boys to war (nigga), war (nigga), war (nigga) In these streets we raw (nigga), raw (nigga), raw (nigga) We'll take
Outro: J Dilla] Turn it up another notch Yeah, that's how we doin it Broadcasting, LIVE from WBBE You know how we do it We got a special guest in the
chest? Do [? ] still rape baby girls without breasts? How are moms, are they still screaming "put away the arms"? And against the dispossession of their family-owned farms How are
AK and they blood thirsty... So what's hardcore? Really, are you hardcore? Hmm. So what's hardcore? Really, are you hardcore? Hmm. We begin our day by the way
twenty But we're some big goons and we still stand steady Gun clapping your wig with a forty-five semi You ain't ready when we're stuffing the clips We
Hum drum days And a hum drum ways Hey kids, let me tell you how I met your mom We were dancin' and romancin' at the Senior Prom It was no infatuation