CHORUS:] She brings me down to a softer landing She turns me round to an understanding Love life and a truth, and a heart that?s beautiful And bullet proof and bullet proof
to find Why I spend most of my time on California crime Watching for thievin I'm cautious it's like I'm barely breathin Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers
m prayin to Proof, I'm +Searching for Jerry Garcia+ Talk to my brother, gone in the streets of the D I'm totin the K, at hawk niggaz waitin on me You
and some make you scream One makes you wish that you?d never been seen But there?s a shop on the corner that?s selling papier mache Making bullet-proof
line up Solo mia Prayin' to proof I'm searchin for Jerry Garcia Talk to my brother Gone in the streets of the D I'm talkin' to K And hopin' niggas
boys lame And I hang around guerrillas its ziped I was thousand Ah man I bank mines and if you yappin thats firin I left em solder way yea the bullets
tonite we rock from state to state and city to city you make a siss like a faggot tryin on silicon tities and nobody wanna size D bra _die wit side shit
runs shit, from from the D E side, down to last ya Past the, norm, my crew swarm, molest the children of the corn Dirty D 'till infinity, now bring it
my dick go Bugz a stupid niggas, take a shower with my pistol Walk up in you warm brown bag and with sum _you Its simple see Im from the D like Eric
blood drips on the concrete So run your juice Pit bulls drew They gon shoot you in the head so what good is your bullet proof Unless your bullet proof
like me Bullets runnin' through shit like the bullets got feet I'm gonna keep goin' and goin' like a Energizer Inside a flyin' bullet until the day a bullet
tryin' to do the moonwalk I'm from a place that they call Honduras Nothing fake about my life except my car insurance Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense
ride Grab your bullet proof vest nigga Cause its gonna be a long one Now me and Quik gonna tell you niggas How its like on this side The real side Now
or dare A couple ah jackers, I need some cheese wid my crackers I'm tryna stack up, my dividends to the max Don't try to test, without no fuckin' bullet proof
a pound, and then I just hand em the toast The limo driver got scared and tried to bounce on me And yo besides the heat, I had an ounce on me Bullet proof
token you boys lame And I hang around guerrillas its ziped I was thousand Ah man I bank mines and if you yappin thats firin I left em solder way yea the bullets
