to I move in my own time Play this guitar anyway I want to I own it and the amplifier Everybody is getting tired Of pushing buttons on their radio Where
the deal once we hit record Hit the floor, new era, this is war Lord, I'm the answer without a question No evidence, no possession Stop stressing, shit, I got moves
game till it say out of order Who's the high scorer, then tear the floor up On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus Do
work But it's too bad, baby, I'm back on the road again I'm gonna move ya Run into the sunset Just me and you together I've gotta groove on girl Your
gonna dance my blues away You know this boogie is for real Got so much canned heat in my heels, yeah Gonna dance, gonna dance my blues away tonight Dance, come on
money the rest went to clothes Went to the strip strted pimpin' the hoes My hair had grew long on my seven year stay And when I got it done on my shoulders
police Called up my friend Joe, a roof job pro 459 on his mind car stereos He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week 3 a.m. on the dot inside
Yeah, we do the shit like this The card after the ace is deuce So cut the nigga loose on the 3 That's me, the motherfuckin', T I got ride on my surfboard
to the studio late night It's time to cut another track It's gotta be hype got my rhyme book in hand A blue loose leaf Anybody moves on that they get
legs black and blue My eyes bloodshot, my hair pressed straight My knees still knockin', I knew I lost weight She was the best y'all, yes on this earth
We boned down Vernon, made right on Normandie Left on Florence, gettin' through the E.T.G.'s Spun out on Vermont, made a left on Colden Right on Hoover
rhymes at night and fall asleep Wake up with new techniques Grab the pen and place it on some loose leaf Nothin' soft, always the tough meat The white paper and blue
Dedicated to, all of my friends On the East and the West Coast Gotta let this drama go Some nights I lay awake tryin' to analyze And anticipate the moves
Seems cold but baby no it doesn't have to be, Microwaving a metal tragedy Watching it burning, it's beautiful and it's blue and it's pitiful and it's blue
way back around What goes around, goes around, goes around, comes all the way back around Yeaaaaaah Now girl, I remember everything that you claimed You said that you were moving on
Come on baby boo, you gotta get into it (Oh, hoo) Don't fool wit the playa with the cool whip Yeah, yeah, you know I'm always on that cool shit Walk
seen a hundred thousand Rip riders from the side? Blue Chucks, blue rags, gray clouds, blue skies On the move, can't lose, Hill Street Blues *** gotta pay they dues on