yard line with the Raiders Met Ali he told me, I'm the greatest I got the fever for the flavor of a crowd pleaser DJ play another from the prince of
I've been thinking it over And I know just what to do I've been thinking it over And I know I just can't trust myself I'm a gypsy prince Covered with
but not too extreme Life's got a fat ass, Trust me I'ma fuck full steam I make the world cream and scream, while I'm gettin' my cream I'm coming to America call me Prince
president spoke-never- We he aint never had to struggle aint never been broke-never- Aint even rode through the ghetto aint never been close-never- Trusting this government like trusting
me, tell me who shooting and who got shot Ring Around the Rosie, a pocket full of blow Everybody know the hop got you moving slow Pinocchio says ignore my nose, you can trust
really do nuttin to me unless you GOD But bein that none of you ain't him?.you can?t fuucck with me now watch me erase them Now trust me see im so determined
do nuttin' to me unless you God But bein' that none of you ain't him You can't fuck with me, now watch me erase them Now trust me, see, I'm so determined
my door with my walkman and my pocket Playin', "Love is a house" and thinkin' how she jocked it When she had the key to open up my door Adore that prince
stay on my grind its b- to the r- a-t trust that I'm crazy JD pays me im such an effin ladie... [Verse 5: bow WOW] Im boweezi prince of the o-town
life support Half deceased enemies are buried alive At the Wu mount enterprise Raisin' cane remain pain in the brain Stain the mind frame Slay like heroin bein' shot in the veins 9th Prince
Rasu, Nina Ross, and Skails, Rhythm and Ghetto, Rosiah, 7th Sign murda em all, yep... And like little Capo-Confuscious say "Nigga I'll kill for you." -Chorus - -Prince
I'm caught up in this motherfuckin' fuckery/ 7th Sign, nigga -H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-Chorus- Only God is us, homie rolly, in God we trust/ God
's already started And the music's drifting in Don't wait on your fairy Godmother She's late on her way to you Should you trust that old Prince charming
cut Coupes when Trina come round Reggae DJ screamin' "Come down!" We hate it off top but want some now I sit back and then praise the don diva a born leader I'm trust
So I picked a fight with Jesus Christ Now I'm thinkin' I was wrong When you pick a fight with the Prince of Peace You won't last for long It's a one-
like dogs So we play along We bark and we moan And play them more songs But when we blow away And get out of this place We go down like a shower And up like a prince
love Yet we curb our speech because words are not enough To etch this instant, burn this moment into our memory Let go, take my hand and trust in me
in that tortured subtle manner inflict questions Within questions within questions Looking in shades of green through shades of blue I trust you trust