times never come and bad times always seem to last. And everything's so screwed up, Cause we live our lives too fast. So let's change this, rearange
never come and bad times always seem to last. And everything's so screwed up, Cause we live our lives too fast. So let's change this, rearange this
grave I go crazy, crazy, baby, I go crazy You turn it on then you're gone, yeah, you drive me Crazy, crazy, crazy for you, baby What can I do, honey, I
have my dough because I'm comin around the corner hundred miles and gunnin Finna ride by dumpin' If anybody owe me somethin', then I strongly suggest
kinda thick but I don't think that I'ma share it no [Hook] I'm what the business is, I'm what the business is I ain't just talkin about it, I'm on my
time Seven solemn flying silvered regal horses rode by Seven golden chariots in tow, a wonder to behold The Seven Lords of the Mountains of Time There then
and I got a relaxer I was a source of so much laughter And fifteen when it all broke off Eighteen and I went all natural February two thousand and two I
And I said, "Um I think you have somethin' in your teeth" She turned away from me And then turned back and said, "Did I get it?" I said, "Yeah, well, I
though it was fiesta. I-I-I-I-I-I-I! When he turned the light down low he said, "Oh Miss Vickie, I, I want you so." I was a forced, forced to remove
in the wide body Blazer [Coolio] I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor, So I see myself and I know, my own Lord and master, When your
Nore I'll never take another man's glory Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe Now you know me, I be low key On these icey roleys, do the show me And hoes
prospect ] I master this, when I throw shots I'm slappin wrists Not inaccurate, niggas be actin if I ain't immaculate You packin it? better be bustin, I
I'll see you I made this world for you I made this world for you I look down on this race I created And all I see is violence and hatred I shake my head
and tell them, we're all in this together My album was raw, because no one would ever Think like I think, or do what I do I stole the show, then I leave
' the glock off and throwin' up Dogg house West Coast niggas and we all in yo house Gang bang niggas we gon' turn this bitch out Eastside ridaz and we
can owe 'em and say hi and they greet you like "Hey guy" Whattup though Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut Throat My brethrens all veterans all throwin up sevens
Careful what you wish for it might come true Then every move I make you?re like can I come too? Then everyone I meets like how can I join you? I ain
