soul Clouds are heavy Let's crawl up the rain and float Away You and I Walk together side by side Doing all that we want And we get high, high You
You are awesome Flying in my eyes You are awesome Flying in my eyes You are awesome Flying in my eyes You are awesome Flying in my eyes You must wait
you get there Find what you get there You can tell me All the trouble?s gone Before you reach the sky Find what you get there Find what you get there You
my head spins, Everything in between has come out, it's calling me up, it's calling me, Do you think I ever cared? Let me prove you all wrong. Before you
Gang bang ! You're dead and lyin in the street Gang bang ! Fifteen years old and a cold piece o' meat Gang bang ! Now tell me brotha watcha gonna do Gang bang
-ck if it's your record And you my brother my nigga look I gotta rhyme fresh See the way I coming, how I do the game, church Ask somebody, you gotta know you
guess a lot of niggas do gang bang And if we run trains, we all in the same game Runaway slaves all on a chain gang Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Have you
niggaz love the stellas, cold-hearted killers Real cap pealers, real niggaz feel us Ain't no squealers, a lot of dope dealers Bang diggy dang dang dogg pound gangsta crip gang
They had painted her face like a man's mistake Like a mental state, gang-banging A sad return to the eagle-shaped mirror I'm the kind of mannequin that
really keep them psyched? Three of us bleedin', it was ten past midnight! Midnight, time for a homicide South Central C'mon, man, you all bleedin' bad, man You
and gangs K J L H, you ain't about nuttin' You just a bunch of punk bourgeoisie black suckers And this one's for me You won't play no Public Enemy You
triggar back Let 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker Mama ain't raised no suckers Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kicked Where was you
hole, way out of control But shit homey, you know real dubs gon' roll You know Gusto? That's how he got on parole but when we catch him, you know we get
shoot n-ggas, you lucky it weren't you N-gga, my best song, my chucks are bomb proof, You shoot, I shoot back, find God when I'm on you This aint tales
Everyday a star is born (Can you say New York City?) Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em, hey Everyday a star is born (Can you say New York City?)
man I'll let you muthafuckers soak it in (Can you say New York City?) Everyday a star is born Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em, hey (Can you
just thought that you miss me a little when I'm gone Yeah, that you miss me a little when I'm gone Hey, you just tell me what you down for, anything you
Murphy played the tenor saxophone Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang The whole rhythm section was a purple gang