think I'd rather go hang out with my friends. Oh-wee-oh! I'd rather go hang out with my friends. Oh-wee-oh! I'd rather go hang out with my friends. Oh
out with red dots, I'm a head busta I'ma Maab out I'ma ride out, no doubt Making motherfuckers slide out, need to hide out Fuck around with the wrong nigga, pull the nine out
say it's midnight Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right Like misdemeanors is a small thang With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang Runnin through the street lights
Verse 1 The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out Pray to my God everyday but he don'
city. And a song about a drug called heroin that's tearing our city in two...that's tearing the...the heart out of the city of Dublin...tearing the heart out
city If ya wanna hang loose gotta get a grip, rip Who knows for sure yeah without a doubt What goes on when the lights go out Or who pulls in when I pull out
Living out our dreams We are right where we should be With my arms out wide I open my eyes And now All I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters A
of flight An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly
' for the achin' ones whose wounds cannot be nursed, for the countless, confused, accused, misused strung out ones at worst. And for every hung out person
and me, living out our dreams We are right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters A
luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin to doubt shit I'm feelin a little skeptical who I hang out with I look
and me, living out our dreams We?fre all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters
in neon Behind the counter she stares out the window Up at the billboard that's like a reminder in neon She hates how she feels but she hangs like a
sidewalk supervising Telling everybody how they ought to be Come closing time 'most every night He locks up tight and out go the lights And he ducks out
I would never attend. There is a light on in the back of this house, But you're not around, to die is to live in her head. So I'll hang on, never let
So I glow like the memory of Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopez Through a six-seven Brougham, ride with me through the hood mayne Where street lights flicker and Chuck Taylors hang
(feat. WC & Omar Cruz) [Chrous: The Game] Nigga be easy Growing up in California believe me We drive-by, spraying colors for shizzy Light it up for 2
