(by Bob Dylan) How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the
(Intro: JD) After the party its the waffle house if u ever been there u know what i'm talkin about where people dont dance all they do is this and after
, I said time bomb And they sit in your house and remain calm Till you feed 'em lies and the flip Start talkin' crazy shit (Fuck you) Might call you and pops a fool
Yeah,Syndicate's in the house Yeah,Geto Boys in the house Yeah,Donald D's in the house Yeah,Body count's in the house Yeah,Zulu Nation's in the house
skeezin Prostitutes that can't shoot, yet you clock loot Dancesteps with the weak styles, but you look cute Bitch, that shit's wack Let Hammer dance, and you other fools
in my two hands You can eat the fruit loops wrist full of Toucans All type of colors, We family like brothers My cash and my clean, cant have one without the other
verse1. Rolling through the streets though i got somewhere to go driving past ur house though im creeping on the low i look up and see your light on through
of the Bronx where my family roam Hoe, damn it, we home, Peter got a nine millimeter Playa haters can feel the flame from my heater I never really liked to play a fool
side each one fightin' for the other We said until we died we'd always be blood brothers Now the hardness of this world slowly grinds your dreams away Makin' a fool
Cali Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it shake it shake it Uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house
junior high school where it all began Three bad little kids raising hell at school We were just thirteen straight acting a fool Everyday after class Kiv's house
joke Too many niggas I know was takin' shit for granted and that's foul Nigga, if you see a fool, pick a fool right out the crowd And hit him dead in
save his money. Never let on meet the other, don't meet paper bleed and run it. You'll learn the basic rules, don't sell this to kids or fools. And don
let a motherfucker show out No doubt, we put it down for the 9-0-triple 4 Droppin tops, fuckin fine hoes These other niggaz is finally catching up Listening
'll tell you how I do it I take niggaz from the jump when they step to me with that bullshit I am a fool bitch, a native H-Town from the south side of
it rain and shower you with copper from the A K, 47 that's gon' be my tool Make me clack it, I start actin like a motherfuckin fool (yeah) Fool, you know
, it ain't no other way That's how it is until they put me in a grave, nigga I never learned the trade, I fuck with chess and spades The only other game
with the flashers on Makin' niggas get they asses on 'Cause ain't no mutherfuckin' love for fools Who come around this muthafucka tryin' to scrub, you fools
