Sitting down they're breakin' in doors come down "son where you bin?" "what's his name? where'd he go? come down town son, what do you know?" what
Sitting down they're breakin' in doors come down "son where you bin?" "what's his name? where'd he go? come down town son, what do you know?" what do
music and rhythm Rhythm backed by words, all in my system System by techniques, techniques I got my heart in Heart into the music, music I take part in One try, one God, and one
'ma tell you exactly why I do the things I do, youknowhatI'm sayin'] Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin' Go ahead Yeah! I break it down like this Verse One
to slide through, I'm right beside you Mind you, my system be bangin, adjust my EQ Peek-a-boo, we not seekin you, focus on being you There's only one
buck, buck, buck, buck Duck, get the fuck out the way This is gonna go down Llevame Walk off the edge no one loves you As always Salvame Cover my eyes no one
with our views, but you had to respect 'em Diamonds in the rough, but were we reflectin a system that's aburpt, the streets, or no ?pressure? One morning
enrol in the police academy He's very talented, outstanding proof From his clean-cut apperance to the shine on his boots When it comes to graduation, he's number one
-suc-sucka punk cop Move like a king when I roll hops You try to flex bang another nigga drops You gotta deal with this 'cause there's no way out Why
smoking that cheech and chong "What's wrong?" The club and the moon is full And I'm lookin' for a thick, young lady to pull One sure shot way to get '
It's violence and violence, it's the only way their gonna respect us If it's this system, in the ghetto back far to one place one time Know we gone, how
fucked up You either, eat or you starve, rob or go get a job Break down to either wake up, hustle or pray to God Faith is one thing without work you ain
dig Asked her the name, one way to approach her See she had game, she needed me to coach her Expose her to some paper, freedom and culture The way a
brothers space But ain't no stopping this fool, I'm on a rampage Breaks out in a damn rage, so don't try to stand, break Sit in the range, you'll get
And it don't stop to the beat, baby Funky Fresh on the microphone One time for your mind, beeyatch (Beeyatch) $hort Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house
we all hogs [TS] Ain't nuttin nigga, it's that pimp shit bwoy [E-40] We doin our thingamajig up in this BEYOTCH! Verse One: WC Thinkin of a master plan
hijacked Pat Sajak Sent him back to Wheel of Fortune With a bad limp and a crack habit Silly rabbit this song is for kids The way the messed up system
