real Me and my son Watchin rap city Goo goo gaa gaa Translate I love you daddy ugh.... I love you too More than the color blue Its all blue Assorted killers
(Strummer/Jones) STANDING IN THE BOG OF A WEST END BAR GUY ON THE RIGHT LEANING OVER TOO FAR MONEY IN MY POCKET GONNA PUT IT IN THE SLOT OPEN UP THE
with nuthin to lose. So you better bring your strap or catch the blues. And um, or get served like a damn clucker, sucker, or in the end be a short mutherfucker
day, we'd stop by there and drop a tailgate and take a dip, to cool off a bit. Blue sky would turn to red off in the West, We'd tear into a full igloo
bitch a t-rex You must be on that heat, cause you soft as riding secret Def can hate, I got your hoe photo on coast of key west We just, Sippin on this
walkin round in heavy clothes out herre Cuz by the end of September, it be cold out herre By the end of November, it be snows out herre And by the end
fast end When I have just done my best I say: Alea jacta est I've made up my mind With my troops behind The eagles are shadowing the west! Doubt! After
and just free slaves if you'se a mark Might be mad, but nigga, just be hate And let the heaven send riders ride, because it's the end Beg forgiveness
the rest of our lives to be.. HUH!, FRESH, pure unsaturated West Coast best, veterans at this shit Never forget, we legendary Likwit [Defari] Innercity blues
Dollars signs in the air Greed was in your blood the moment came when the east reigned and the west was won companies come and gone and the jobs have
trap Do it like the dons do it serve the next car that come through here [Dolla Boy:] We defeated the odds, my squad is the realest end up reaching the
I'll end your hours on the clock i'll end your days u'll think im crazed when i give u big black clock end ur sentence...full stop. Now what you gonna
the Son light And it?s okay it?s alright Oh oh east side say word Oh oh west side say word Inside I see you grieving Time to end the weeping and Receive
This is the end, beautiful friend This is the end, my only friend The end of our elaborate plans The end of everything that stands The end No safety
the west. Me and the boys pass around the bottle and sing what we like best. Sing about our wives, sing about our children, singin' out the Delta blues