the summer to come our way. Passed out on the couch again long nights with all our friends. We had this world in the palm of our hands. (palm of our hands
But if you just try close your eyes, you can view it But reality hits you soon as you open your eyes You find that you still live a fucked up life And
the days close on The memories that you've acquired And your body Cannot hold your soul inspired You are here and not alone Everybody has come home
home when the club close I do shows, ride new vogues and keep two hoes I'm all about this money girl, that's why I chose To live the pimp life, pimp
-destruction 2 Live Crew, 2 li-2 li-2 Live Crew Bus-bust a rhyme, bus-bust a rhyme Bus-bust a rhyme, Fresh-fresh Kid Ice I've been rhymin' and designin', and always tryin' Our
I remember on the Island, can't tone out The mess hall crawler, about to zone out Dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out We just dumb motherfuckers with our
like a spell, though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd sooner live in Hell. On a Christmas day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail
family Not understanding the death that they planned for me If I have kids, will I live to see 'em grow? Though I don't know, I live the life of a thug
ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home Gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone Too many rainy days and gun sprays I'm hearing AK's out my window Close
[Anyway, it doesn't matter much how you feel, you know what you got to do, I'm here to do it, how about you?] E-40: Our age, five-years-old we were young
, where are you Gloria? You found a home in all your scars and ammunition You made your bed in salad days amongst the ruins Ashes to ashes of our youth
that nine milli in my jacket And i'm thinkin' of visions of doom I presume with the music Blazin' right, sho' you right These are the days of our lives, of our lives
now, hate you, woah These days are numbered Least close encounter To the heartland Through the madness I'll make you wish You hadn't burned our time before I'll live
could fly 'Cause I came here to live I didn't come here to die Mama used to wait for me with the porch light on Worried about her little boy 'til I got home
I'd spend my days alone I used to stay at home Lost in seclusion there Like I was in a cell A captured heart as well Surrounded by despair Darkness filled
want to live the real life I want to live my life close to the bone I want to live the real life I want to live my life close to the bone
callin' to see, if possible, if you have any time today Or within the next couple of days If, if, you're in the studio or if you're at home or car,
