Cool night, hot days See hear touch feel & taste To give to take To mend that which I break These things I am so thankful that I have Open your eyes
[Slick Rick Talking] Yeah bartender can I get a Hennesy on the rocks? And a Long Island Ice Tea? Thank you... Didn?t I tell you this club was dope? Yeah
Tavarius] Well, well, well Felt so strange when I was on the train I cracked a smile on every thought of you The things that you do Makes me feel so good
if I could just get to a million plus And now I'm like shit what the fuck is a million bucks Triple that on my bond thanks to bigs and run But never mind
the ER By this time tomorrow we suppoused to be in DR Me blowing a cigar you sippin' a tini I told her pack her bags and dont forget a bikini Den just like a
:] It ain't that I sound like 'pac I sound like stress Just like automatic when I'm down and depressed I shed tears cause I do it so good Thanks to my
meant it i'd mean it back it never meant anything but a case of the clap girl please let me call u back y? cuz it's all beginning 2 sound like a rap
violent, but still I keep representin, never give up, on a good thing Wouldn't stop it if we could it's a hood thing And now I'm like a major threat Cause
get down Boots to the ground Know we don't stop 'til they hear the bell sound Keep your head up Cause the truth just cut No quick fix when I'm caught in a
loose so while I scatter my spit I dream of juice have you ever made out in dark hallways displayed a kiss that made your day or say you played a track
listener rewinds and plays me twenty times cause I say so many rhymes it may seem like I'm going too fast cause my mind is racing And I could give a
, if you say so oh, what a crap ?cause it?s all different, different different, but I dunno, no, no if there?s a future something like a ray of hope
and I say pay attention baby) As they thank the Lord the blind can't see Like a plague fed to the brain, deadly disease But it wasn't a sin, a sorry
Listen, To the song here in my heart A melody I've start But can't complete Listen, to the sound from deep within It's only beginning To find release
Tend the mic when we strike precisely We freak the level with the funk from the inner Heaven, give me inner, black as I present a Flock a rhyme that
so called critics And fuck them billboard and the billboard status me kick it You fucked up for a while up outta the town but that was a trial Man and
to want to come my way (my way) Hey, I've had a hell of a time Tryin to make it cause my people steady stressin my mind, So I stay high So I'm already
