civilians, we are civilians but just do not give us guns. Coz I would shoot you down from the side, Just like you would me, We've lost nothing, and besides
?Hold them close, so that they don't cry. So why did you come to this gig? Yea yea yea, You are a little Gucci pig. Yea yea yea, And no matter what the
longer stand it Now my respect I demand it Imma take control of this relationship Command it, and imma be the boss of you now goddamnit And what I mean is that I will
m the big shot Get it dicks nuts Your just small boats little pricks Girl you think that other pricks hot I'll drink gasoline and eat a lit match ‘fore I sit back and
m the big shot get it dicks nuts your just small boats little pricks girl you think that other pricks hot I’ll drink gasoline and eat a lit match ‘fore I sit back and
Cent was like a fuckin jackpot for me And Dre, it`s like we hit the fuckin lottery and the damn slot machine at the same time as each other Why the
cannibals Who cut other people open like cantaloupes {*slurp* But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes Then there’s no reason that a man and another
be back home in Santa Rosa How I wish this road would take me home where I belong 'Cause I have found no other place where I will stay I'm tired and all
's it so hard for me to be angry Why is it such work to stay conscious and so easy to get stuck And not the other way around Will I ever move back to
Someday, Somehow Somewhere, Sometime Somehow Now there’s a rumour around the world That every man woman boy and girl He and she – you and me We will
dust two people too damaged too much too late And my heart sealed with rust two people too damaged too much too late These hands will always be rough two people
Some people say - everyday That she's taking you away And that we should leave her Everytime I see her I ask you why And did she lie About the times with
Little people running circle round the wide Lazy times, waste it well What better to do with my mind Crazy times, no rhythm too hard Deep corners and people
crying on the phone [All:] Love will keep you up all night You got a taste of sweet divine It took you to the other side To the other side Love will
we impeach Tex And the military muscle that he wants to flex By the time Bush is done what will be left Selling votes like E-pills at the discotheque Environmental destruction and
the hall We bring the Funk worse then a wet dog Stinkin' like fat ladies shittin' out Logs We drop enough shit and keep them toilets clogged Keep the people
'm gonna start a band The great depression is at hand People will mourn across the land Yeah, I'm gonna start a band Or maybe I should write a book And
why) tell me (we die) Because we Gods nigga (and) we go the yard nigga Because I walk the ground under my feet and keep it live and stay in tune with
