my place to land. I lose my touch, you're my hands, The one I hold on to. If you run out of reason to try I'll love enough for both you and I I'll be
. Now it's a 'test.) (Do a little protest.) (I can't hear you, Ally.) (Yay, I'm gonna give Al a hand.) (I can't hear you, Al.) (Yay for Al.) (Can't hear
Is silent in the town I'll shoot those tyrants one and all, I'll gun the flogger down. Oh, I'll give the land a little shock, Remember what I say, And
a fully-blown plan, with a fully-loaded clip. I'm a go up in your shit. I don't play with little kids, I spank that ass, boy you know who we is! (Bone
po Yall better toss that llello quick and tuck ya bankroll Don't think I forgot where I come from dog cuz I know Cleveland Ohio fo sho where we slang
and manage to damage all y'all I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up I'd rather say that
gotta keep real, baby, lately Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe And outta the way And you know I get greater later, so I continue
a gun - should I buck 'em on down? Or should I kill 'em when I put the instrumental on? Why they wanna sound like Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish and Flesh? I
flip and pray I'll be done, when I reach my own Stay free; let the time go pass me by Stay high, I'm P.O.D.'d. P.O.D.'d. [Krayzie] I smoke on nothin
me to head West" "So I'll take my part three from the hill with the tree Feel free if you'd like to come along with me To the Promised Land" "The Promised Land
I went out walking the other day Seen a little girl crying along the way She'd been hurt so bad said she'd never love again Someday your crying girl will
the Southern Trust And put her little boy on a Greyhound Bus Leaving Memphis with a guitar in his hand On a one-way ticket to the promised land Hey little
and fight for the price you pay (Chorus) Little girl down on the strand With that pretty little baby in your hands Do you remember the story of the promised land