tenderest moments We circle low Embrace the night as she draws us in A holy shroud A veil to hide our tenderest moments This must be all that there is Times
serving, searching for earnings All go a'lurking Circle the circuit CCTV cameras are perving Don't park there if you ain't got a permit Murders occurring, but low
Coupe that's sittin kinda low Yo, come to find that the group Low Pro done went solo Now it's all aobut the Maad Circle I'm hangin out with Tunes and
aisle A rag full of papes and jewelry, bout to make my escape Coolio wavin, "C'mon nigga hurry up before one-time swoop, and you get us all stuck!" Aight
, I'm loved from y'all to the Indians From Columbus to the one time, they all corrupt And they got Bush in office so nigga we all fucked Look, I gotta
in time And I can still remember when niggaz wouldn't let me rhyme Beat it Cleotus I used to hear it from record labels No doubt, deep down knowin I take all
I done did my time, I wouldn't get it, wouldn't get it And got it on my mind because it's money over bitches All the time I'm about mine, nigga working
guess say yo comrades rest Because we all bounce, we all bounce, I do bounce He do bounce, she do bounce, we all bounce I all bounce, we all bounce
, no God, zero circle world The blow-a turtle world, smoke from the purple world The killer murder world, hamburger murder world Open twenty-four hours, all
, the earth speaking Earthquakes in China tsunami and Cali driftin' I'm trying to circle the car but try and kiss it If you believe all you can be then why enlist in? All
know? and my hats rocked to the left, all these dirty looks be gettin me stressed. Constantly lookin' at me funny cause my pants swung low It's time
[Sheek] You in the circle line, what's wrong Ain't your yacht out yet Ain't you that Willie Benz pusher slash (?) Nigga please in the Hills of Beverly
WhatWhat Bounce, shake Lets do this Throw your hands up, from my circle yard stand up Get crunk, everybody keep dem hands up Scream loud, this is the time
bend with time and all the strings will fade with fury. laced with light, all divine the angels sing what is rippled runs in circles all combined which
I have to sing [Tech - Verse 1] Hey Y'all know my mothers sickness Y'all know I'm breakin down Y'all know when my circle the devils steady makin rounds Y'all
powder burn Now take a lesson from a Sac-Town criminal I'm standing all alone in the street And talkin shit to your circle and ain't no blastin y'all
burn Now take a lesson from a sac-town criminal I'm standing all alone in the street And talkin shit to your circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be