I keep slipping on right and wrong Gotta get the Lord in my life Gotta bring the Lord back in my life I've worked and lied for the things I took my wife
Traduzione: Three Dog Night. Into My Life.
, best believe I went back I turned my life of doin bad to a life a slangin crack Now I got a job of pushin rocks up on the block Plus that drama on my
nigga you know we can fire up I got my Locs who serve 'em Snoops with a fat sack I keep the pistol in my pocket cause I watch my own damn back When I ???
true origin of the north star A small child, my father makin moves through military Battlin heads on army bases for props, my life scary Never let a brother fall into
Gimme head Yo Quero kin chi blunt to my head But my day is Friday Toast for my bread Niggas try to stick together like they Smokey and Craig In real life
naked but I made it With passion of a Microphone Patriot I did it for my Fathers; I did it for my Mothers and my Brothers I did it for the world to discover
that soft, into three the hard way Move the diesel all day, shut it down in night time That's when the undercovers buy, in night time Move to the forefront
, Ohio, Boston, Philly) You God damn right (Australia, Cuba, Detroit, Minneapolis) Welcome to my drum kicks fresh for the remainder of the night I'm
[Verse One] My first mission Running through the hood with small jacks My memories popping in my head recall that Late night creeping through the alley
break the news, to my partna lil' son His daddy probably the saw the angels, death he couldn't stop it But God, why'd you have to take my dog Todd Prophet
know, my python boot is too tight I couldn't get it off last night A week went by Now it's July I finally got it off And my girlfriend cry She said, "
part in my life She looked for jack but realize that i got the ride Well send a muthafucker at ya tonight G-Unit And i aint sleepin till my click pop
dude, my mentality was like fuck dude We like some pit puppies fightin over dog food In school I sold candy a quarter a piece I made my money off three
Sky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl And when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke
get two or three) We goin' to get it. [Chorus] I got my mind made up and it's on I got to get it (Well let's get into it) (Nigga we on the grind) Well
Dog I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry I'm feeling very sorry in the Thirsty Dog You keep nailing me back into my box I'm sorry I keep popping back up With my
try to live carefree Hope my message reaches you before you're seventy-three A old man, when people ask you what you did with your life you'll say "I
