baby What you made of what you are Rock dust light star Coming at you, baby At 36,000 miles an hour Rock dust light star Coming at you, baby What you made of what
An' it's a long way from here to the place where the home fires burn Well it's two thousand miles and one left turn Dear Mom and Dad Please send money, I?m so
out to all my homeboys that kept it real And love to all my niggas that have died out here In this bullshit that we call the streets You know? What
(Make it funky) So the people can get down to the funky sound 'Cause my crew don't mess around (Make it funky) So the girls can get busy, dog the dance
a kiss to Santa Claus Yeah, mom and dad I won't be home for the holidays I'm over eight hundred miles away In the city that's so pretty Where the hustlers
actin' up When you step up to 'em hoe's What they gon' do? {Shit!} What they gon' do? {Shit!} (El no va hacer na'da!) {Shit!} What they gon' do? {Shit
's the path I've chosen to go Frozen as snow, I show no emotion whatsoever, so Don't ask me why I have no love for these mo'fuckin' ho's Blood suckin' succubuses, what
the levy, maybe cuz its flooded, why you walkin' round with a baby cross his cousin, my teeth already white yall gone make me floss for nothing, my teeth real diamonds what
been rock 'n' roll and disco Won't you save me San Francisco? Every day so caffeinated, I wish they were Golden Gated Fillmore couldn't feel more miles away So
x4 You only get one shot, so make it count You might never get this moment again The clock is ticking down, its the final round So tell me what is it
serve That's sixteen bars, same price for a bird What you need, a bird or a couple pounds? I'm on Cleveland Ave, you know my side of town So many bricks
you lie awake in bed With the echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head You smoke the day's last cigarette Rememberin' what she said What she said What
us The waters are wide, the road is long I pray for a hand to guide us And welcome us back where we belong So many miles come between us And fate seems
way you lie That ain't my perfume I bet she had a curfew You told me you were out with the boys and baby I believed you So why you lookin' so nervous
plenty for all of you So what you waitin' for, don't be second-best All you need is to sign, we'll provide the rest So come and get your invitation
under Hell got me like my head back It's sumthin bout that thing you do When you do what you do to the ? Holdin on my pyrex Pounds of that guttah mile
came to understand that my house was built on shifting sand. So we went to the hill and built us a town with beautiful views for miles around. When