emigrate Like your psychotic big brother, who left home For jobs in Holland, Munich, Rome He's thick but he struck it rich, switch The commune crap,
, the wife! Ensemble: Oh, the waitress! Thing-fish: An' de waitress too! Ensemble: Oh, the drive... Thing-fish: Oh, 'the drive'! Ensemble: All night
like, everyday more and more people begin to get more foul Uhn, now dig.. Association breeds similation Let me tell you what happened I'm driving the
Driving through Nevada City, on my way to God knows where This old town, it sure looks pretty, I just got to stop and stare Lookin' at an old church
't believe until we bought a couple of them hoes When you was style you gotta watch what you do Cause niggaz look for the smallest reasons to point fingers at
And y'know, you niggas can't communicate with people Aw fuck you, you punk ass motherfucker What the fuck you mean we can't communicate with people?
. Golden Words how's about the world? Tell me can you tell me at all yeah? Words and music, my only tools Communication Let's fall in love with music The driving
in my lifetime. So now I travel through a tunnel of space, without a place, On the face of this earth, With this pain gettin' worse, Driving me insane or at
's never easy ''cause you make it hard Communication like a house of cards Takes everything I've got to keep a hold on you All I need is you, you drive
for the establishment Niggas that's havin' shit and if you ain't roll on and stroll on This is the spot were the bangers at, the slangers at Where red
sea of change Down here on the valley floor These creatures of habit remain Maybe itA?s bad communication Or IA?m tuned in to a different station Something else that keeps driving
think, I want to know his name It's a long way home, will it ever feel the same? To communicate, to communicate Isabelle, Isabelle who is it going to be at
side We drink the land - it tastes like wine I never said my love was true I put that in the hands of you Communication, no communication - just sex
to you and I'm driving into you The truth- no number crunching- it's just your mind that we are mugging ADF taking them on at I- spy Watching them watching
corner to corner, looking at the devil Making my brothers think, they got nine lives They was so gangsta, until Lucifer got 'em caught up in a drive by
dollars He could help me on my way and get rich too There was talk about after high school I would get a job Gig at night and she would go to some Community
it Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up It's crew love I spit two at every few thugs Fo doves blow
are ambitious and love to perform,alot Some drive up and down the block Like a big shot And hey,Why not? 'Cause the girlies are with it And look at