outta this world) Like somethin' out a UFO Like somethin' out a UFO (o-o-o-o-o-w a UFO) (o-o-o-o-o-w a UFO) Your love is outta this world Stuck in
all the loss of a Struggla, me nah give up Sell to the youth them dreams of ease and fame life We'll be a breeze when you got a big name Cash, fast
a dream We are using your brain's electrical system as a receiver We are unable to transmit due to conscious neural interference You are receiving this broadcast as a
Some go softly softly when i have a tat Ratchet in the right hand They got the one to stab it at Take a walk billy, don't be a hero Efforts are minimal
Is this destiny was it meant to be All my dreams are reality This is all I know so this is life So don't get cold like a rainy night Album platinum,
a soldier, better follow the leader And for guap I even smack kids like Madea I'm for re-a' Your boy is tight You got weed? Nigga show ya right Gimme a
my life away And it gets hard and harder but happiness is worth the wait 'Cause on my own is a better way 'Cause on my own is a better way A lot of
don't fight fair Strike with a mic, in a psyche is a nightmare And I'm always using my dick cause I'm slick with a fly bitch And Rappin' ass Ron is
hit the stick, leaves my residence Thinkin, "How can I get paid for spinnin this gangsta shit?" A three-strike victim, with a million dollar dream of
Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue St. Anne's skirts are billowing But down here in the city of the lime lights The fans of Santa Ana
committed, no matter what I hear from the critic People can see through a gimmick, I'm puttin' on a clinic We a troubled times, swervin' through the double lines You're in a
them taxes, laid on that matress and feel colder than a polar bear But this bear was in California So I felt out a pocket and a piece of lint fell out my pocket A
Indian queen The kind of glamour girl you can see in your dreams Moves like a gypsy Her groove got me tipsy Her nod of her hips Move a rod of concipse
murderess world wind of wit get the worse of I break it down bit by bit Yet, a nerve my graphics cause seizures you slur, and your memory blurs A sure
either smokin' chronic or sage The blood of Jesus, Decepti-concept Martin Luther King had a dream Gun shots create a smokescreen We throw on concrete, I wear a
my system but I was with 'em Trying to fight the feeling but I was just like a victim Caught up in the rhythm of dough I was spendin' Drinking down venom
yo black, it's yo' life Once upon a time called now we start this A chosen one came forth from the darkness To lead the lost for the cost of a beat tape