it started A S A P, I study hard and I pass my tests Never let the haters ever get me stressed, my crews the best And they got my back, my bodyguard
rains that drive me ape Of their white fear Through the television in my eyes in my ears Racism ! separation ! media ! So I guess you can say I'm an angry brotha Can't play my
rims So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac coupe Deville If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell, I bet my cabby will Well it was just sundown in small white
'83 Cadillac Coup de Ville If my tapes and my CD's just don't sell, I bet my caddy will Well, it was just sundown in a small white town They call it
) But now we can move on put that on my tombstone (We are because I am, ain't hard to understand it) Far from a shootin' star (Rather play on my planet
heaven is to me Wisdom, understanding, knowledge Streets of gold and pearly gates Halos wings all dressed in white Angels sing and cymbals glare No one's rich no one's
good workin with my hands My generation never understood workin for the man And, of bein broke I ain't a fan Now I stand in the same spot, as my old man My
be a poet 'Cuz I don't wanna blow it I don't care to win awards All I wanna do is dance (Yeah) Play music, sex, romance And try my best to never get
've heard my voice But I brought two friends along And next on the mike is my man Hank Come on, Hank, sing that song Check it out, I'm the C A S N the
Steam was rising from the ground, and I wore my cape out after dark I had myself a moment, my day out in the sun It's an unfinished story, but it's more
looking for the right woman to give my last name. I wanna a big wedding with all the expensive rings, Huge ice sculptures spelling out yo name, white
white suburban kids Cause he ain't in the streets, he ain't cooking soft, or selling bricks He can't handle beef, he don't know what a two time felon
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world is my home And it's over the fields with my pack on my back And over the fields with my great heavy sack With the holes in my shoes and my toes
's how we do it when we roll down grass shit It's guarenteed everytime we get hoe's I play on my guitar, puff loud through my big nose You'll never see
'll start my packing when you start to fall asleep) It's just the same as it's always been I've lost my will for anything It's not rational why you'll
you can help me practice we study on the matress that's where my class is nothing but a t shirt that's easy access she like me for my assets not what
didn't expect to find ourselves playing this part, We were concerned with ideas, not rock and roll, But we can't avoid that arena, It's become a part