Well live it night to night and love this life to death This is our story Well break it down If you scream your hearts out Jump jump get up if you feel this
trust me now this is everything we'll be down, we'll be out but this is something i couldn't live without so trust me now this is everything yeah this is
need is the summer sun or maybe all i need is this town to be enough its all my fault throughout the brightest city i know there's nothing so damn pretty as this
in love is turning back to the clouds and giving up So on our feet or beneath the sheets she knows we'll be taking it slow But i never thought that i could get this
you've got your life to live and baby i, baby i know there's nothing you wouldn't give right now oh, the things that we hold on to when the sun is tired
, "I got the chronic, so fuck whatcha heard" "Ice Cube do you wanna hit this? This shit is hype, sho' you right" Soon as she passed me the J and a lighter Me and this
view My name is J-Ro from tthe Likwit Crew Hurricane G: So what nigga is it you wanna do J-Ro: My flow is metaphorical Historicly correct What
other reason, no it ain't treason, just coming up cause this is the zebrahead season Get it back I didn't want it Didn't need it My time is the only
not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better, His soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping This world is
human being in me It just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me is cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean So when
my Guillotine Stare I'm right there My every word A fucking night mare Getting high Let me see the sun rise and fall This is for my dogs Down to die
finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, I hit 'em up [Interlude: 2Pac] Check this out You mutha-fuckas know what time it is I don'
, ya know You call'em demos, but we ride limos too Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono Run-DMC first
is it got ya hooked by the way that I lick my lips and I got many dimes I aint sweatin a chick yo I run these girls from coast to coast droppin game
I wish that I could turn this car around But she's got a boyfriend now Take me back to you somehow, With everything that I know now It's so hard, I
for my squad I truly believe the black man is god My family is mixed when american in yard Oh long yo yo this is my 10 40 This is for your moms your
watch But the American version East coast, west coast as we connect these curtains 'Cause we ain't scared to buck, step on the Timbs and Chuck's Is gonna
187, 187, 187) (Who's next?) [Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking behind Chorus - w/ ad libs] Screwed Up Click You know what this means, right
