you say With dismay That we?re living on the tracks I hear the train On my way To where
pa I'm tired of niggas hating on a mutha fucka Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches You got to keep bubblin on em Platinum doublin on
profession My voice physically fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing The mic chord is an extension of my intestine Delicate MC's sliced in my delicatessan My
pa I'm tired of niggas hating on a muthafucka Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches You got to keep bubblin' on 'em Platinum doublin' on
clears your hallowed ground *So scared that love lived on the edge / Scared of love lived on the ledge / Like love lived on the ledge / As if my
Wa going to write a song at a time When my life and my moods were in order and fine But the hour was late and my room was a state And I realized that
she's got that torment to a fine art smart like a foxy and craf-ty-as-a-cat i'm looking up as i'm lying on my back bite the beast if i want a big piece
cool Saturday was messy in the best way possible Sunday should be for rest but these Cats on the corner and I can't keep my chest from a Rumbling the same way
're desperately trying to save so I'll just live on wine and water my vines and sleep on the wind with the fires right behind and sing on the beaches
smoking now we're feeling extra high and we'd sneak into a carpark with the skaties on our back and we're flying down the levels howling 'on the attack now on
the Bobby Marley legacy My knees they've got some cuts and bruises from skating all my days when i'm skating with my friends my troubles drift away I say my
sped My Maria got me thinking about soul in a whole new way We took a stroll got a ham and cheese roll and some strong coffee On the TV it's Germany
, keep Cochran on my heels Who rock the black and back out? Now the MAC back out, just bout to blackout Got the ROC on my back, SP on my chain Shooters on
I'm tired of fuckin' dictating on these mutherfuckers lets take it to the next millennium on these niggas you got to keep bubblin' on em platinum doublin' on
on my back for wrong reason I'm livin', what I'm sayin' on the block all day Before I wasn't sure but now I know it's the way Like, if I get caught
Business as usual We back up on the rocks wit' it I'm feeding my fiends I do it 'cause my pops did it Still got the same heater My niggaz leaking shots
Cochran on my heels Who rock the black and back out Now the MAC back out, just bout to blackout Got the ROC on my back, SP on my chain Shooters on
