solar system, motherfucker [Chorus] [Xzibit] Strike one, when a nigga talkin shit with his hands Strike two, gettin caught in the wrong place with your pants down
banter We make post parole And then, and then I took the keys right out of the ignition And I, and I ran, broke out, down, running down the street Looking
-a -leet- leet This morning bird sounding sweet Though I sleep on the streets I have a feeling I'm free From society's hand picked hypocrisy Mercy mercy don't give a
thing I seen in my life Two brothers in a straight up fist fight Nobody pulled a gat, nobody jumped in Nobody pulled a knife, nobody got done in L.A
Yo man, I just wanna roll with you man How can I be down? What's up? You say you wanna be down? Ease back, or muthafucka get beat down Out my face,
nigga this me, I only see green like a Marine Support Calvin Klein jeans, fed a bitch from the Phillipines with a immoral nose ring (masterbatin' with a
-mm. (Never did a thing wrong) Ah! Ah! (Johnny was a good man) Can a woman tender care, she cried, (Never did a thing wrong) Cease towards the child she bear? (Johnny was a
, who we be They don't know, who we be They don't know, who we be They don't know, who we be What we seein' is The streets, the cops, the system, harrassment
purpose? A motherfucker sittin' on fat He came up in the hood but he can?t come back Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame On a mission to maintain
's got a heart and a soul, a mind of it's own A hunger for a young cat to die 'fore he grown A lust for a young girl to slide down a pole She's always
it's coming back to me You don't have the system beat, no You're traveling down a one way street like the rest of us You must have done something wrong
I'm gettin' ten for a show Album ain't even dropped, when it's dropped I'm gettin' mo Wish I could go down every street But da fuckin' narcotics say
get harder Let me take that back I had to get smarter 16, I had me a daughter Hold up J-Kwon let's get shit in order Baby mama that's a whole another
me a kiss Wish pops was here to school me more So ghetto I don't even feel pain no more Can't go wrong but it's a must I get it right Callasthetics
from the streets Even though we had a half a pound by the seats My peeps never tweek, we handle shit when there's heat Since one cop was white the otha was a
between a motherfuckin' thug and a gangsta One's thug in a chamber Get a nigga stick a nigga put him in a ditch and then forget a nigga Hit a nigga puck
took a fall, that's how it goes down That's how it goes down That's how it goes down That's how it goes down Oh I remember when we had it all And I
