Hell no" To the seller struck hiking rocks in a hellhole Whether you can slide you can glide in your hoo-ride But you're gonna drown in the high tide
gonna send the waters from Zion. He's good raise his Heaven up higher, It's gonna rain. (Well, it's gonna rain.) Well stop! Great God, stop still and
meet Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet Worldwide, get swept away by the tide By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride [Verse 16: W.C.] Who
, anywhere we can meet ?? to Compton, Slauson Swap Meet Worldwide, get swept away by the tide By G's, and BG's, O.G's, its time to RIIIIDE! [WC] Who
can meet Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet Worldwide, get swept away by the tide By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride [Verse 16: W.C.]
you lie Like a ship left on the sea And the ocean in a rage With the waves that run so high It's a never-ending tide I don't wanna keep on dragging myself
The water rushes against my front side. It's coming up towards high tide. I'll hold you steady while I can, while I still can. But you never know what
cross held high Come to wash my sins away Standing alone in the wind and rain Feeling the fear that is growing Sensing the change in the tide again Brought
high Come to wash my sins away Standing alone in the wind and rain Feeling the fear that is growing Sensing the change in the tide again Caught by the
both sides of the divide but the tide of the battle has turned The good guys have returned So we succeed in the beachhead but success is relative Relatively high
your cheeks It don't make no difference now Remind me one last time that you won't ever go Oh the whales can't swim without the tide, And birds won't
homerun bastards, I line up everybody like a fouler Like they mix baking soda and pasta Only thing these motherfuckers touch, is Tide and soap powder (
get tough I don't get soft, man, I ain't givin' up There ain't turnin' back, man, I will stay strong It's time to go hard or it's time to go home So I
and put the front a little higher And now you're rolling TJ ready Just be yourself holmes, no need to be fake Because everyone out here just having a good time
is still to blame But I'm a part of it now and I'm still flames and they still lame They got every lines but a nigga still vain, using my still brain
Alright alright Ok [Verse 1:] Aiyyo, we live life walking on a thin line Love, hate, underground and big time Try not to get caught up in the rip tide
This summer time I have no fury No chance of sinking sailing ships If time stood still I?d take aim and fire For you For every ocean there must be shore
nexus Blue skies and big shit on the horizon Game recognize game, advise to lames Economy thriving, cheddar to make Better the stakes is high but not higher