dream of love as time runs through my hand Sweet desert rose Each of her veils, a secret promise This desert flower No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this Sweet desert rose
' but havin' caution we can lie with other crews. Famous because we program worldwide let'em recognize from Longbeach to Rose Grands Bumpin' and
were not around now the summers gone and love cannot be found where were you when i needed you last winter ooh ohh when the winter came you went farther south parting from
wanna do For now on, when I speak, y'all niggas better listen Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain't in no condition Still got shit on ya nose, from
And I dream in evening That she brings me wine Just a poor man's daughter From Puerto Penasco Evangelina in old Mexico There's a great hot desert South
and face the night Hold you close and hold you tight Did I keep you satisfied or did I let you down? Bullet trains and aeroplanes Blowing from the south
[Corner] Yo, wassup, wassup. Is money out here? Yo, I just got a call from that nigga Tiki Remember that nigga Tiki? He on his way from down South
and hid Looked down at my shoes and the cuff in my slacks Hand inside my pocket, came out with somethin stickin Doublemint goes in my mouth, jaws are breakin North and South
and shit" I wanna hear about you, where you from, where you been So I say... [Verse 1: Bliss] I sprouted in the spring of '80, sail the seas from A
thugs fisticuffs Then the mayor was quick to up and pin it on hip hop Shows got dropped for us in the block crush What?s left of the scene, rose up from
to be, The souls of the dead that rose from the bed and grave quiet, And wandered about the night, to drink the blood from living But hombre I'm eifle
five 6's surprise bitches Nas from the trenches, hot as he survived This is ?, here for good, Rep fo' my thugs, plumper than last summer, stomach streched from
with Steven next season [Chorus] Live die, laugh, cry, Life will pass by Breathe in, exhale I scream, you yell New South! (New South!) New South! (New South
your face; when you post-up, stab you in the back When you need a bluff [Silkk] Well, fuck 'em! Cuz, see, we be all about our payday From South to the
been lost for a week Slab looking like Shaq by the way it post up Guaranteed to hit haters no less than close up Niggas mad cause the south done rose
rewind The block won't mind, trunk blow from behind Open up the fist see the glow and design, man So throw'd you can hate em', rose gold in the rotation