It's our life It's only a weakness Here are the problems I've gone looking for Here are the answers I can't get to you Here are the problems I've gone
up the totem poll, what's my only problem scrolling through my Rolodex, who show up my toddler so many hands raised as the band plays I'm here now, watch
with the Prop 21 I already know the deal but what the fuck do I tell my son? I want him livin right, livin good, respect the rules He's five years old
on your face Fucking with these mobb giants They are the victims We be the victors Sometime a nigga gotta step up And bring war, Spray ks And go out in
head want you to talk man? put me to sleep! before i tell war stories or snitch on my homies testify in the court room man these niggas are phony. what happened to old
rich, eat good, get dips Stay hood, stack chips, that's sick Get doe, get low, live life Get nice, rock ice, buy cars, buy bikes Take trips, live rich, eat good
sheep to the rhythm of the war drums The boogeymen are coming The boogeymen are coming Keep your head down, go to sleep, to the rhythm of a war drums
of you You stop really looking the beast in the face day after day and you see what the problems are and you do all those good things you're taugh to
ya, fuck that We out, got a problem man What the fuck Nigga still sweatin' What the fuck is you talkin' about man, get the fuck outta here Corn Good morning Vietnam Yeah, good
's a fancy dancer From Auschwitz down to Paraguay Following the path of the good Doctor Mengele They talk about a town down in old Brazil The babies
I'm a law-abider There's nothin' I like more than gettin' fired up on beer And when the weekend's here I exercise my right to get paralytic and fight Good
the extra innings hope niggas respect my dealings, if not hope not in her catch no feelings when you start here with niggas left stressed in billings cold killings, old
GAME!) When I said his name - old POP on a thang! (OOOOH!) Bitch, yeah I gotta new blue! - That's how I do! (WHASSUP?) So my eyes are red - and Bloods
's a fancy dancer From Auschwitz down to Paraguay Following the path of the good Doktor Mengele They talk about a town down in old Brazil The babies
the Prop 21 I already know the deal but what the fuck do I tell my son? I want him livin right, livin good, respect the rules He's five years old and
back to the song I got a drug problem, but I ain't tell the truth Because I got enough problems, and my solution is to stuff problems but if something
He's a fancy dancer From Auschwitz down to Paraguay Following the path of the good Doktor Mengele They talk about a town down in old Brazil The babies
