You lost your head, we all regret things we've done and said. I won't forget, I won't pretend. Well, you lie about the life you lead, you make believe
Hold me down, your ties have come unbound. You can't make me drown. Seems I've found, I'm feeling healthy now, my family tree has been cut down. Whoa
She tied the rope and threw her stone, she never held back from letting go. She took her time and borrowed mine, never heard of taking it slow. She's
Well, I've got a hundred thousand reasons that I thought you would be the one that took me by the hands and said you're happier with me. And now, a problem
Button by button, we'll take this slow. You'll get me hotter and hotter, and then we'll give it a go. Oh, I'm not gonna stop until you're curling your
Turn the TV off! You got another dead kid with a high school ring and it's glorified all over the screen. What's with this world and its social horror
Les cours des lycees Sous le soleil ... Dans les manifs Dans les cocktails Dans les soirees Sous le soleil.... Dans les manifs Dans les cocktails Dans les soirees ... Dans le bus, le tramway Dans les cours
But I know.. it ain't the same in they town And as fucked up as it may sound (in my hood) it's 2 ways to make it happen off the streets Balling on the courts
-screws and tattoos that's all me Two guns, both arm's feelin' like Fonzie You can find me drunk, whip it it might crash Or find me chillin with crackers, who like Clash Find me in court
dream, though it seems like reality; there'll never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets Even on the other side brothers die, but ride ni**az get high
to be the first to see some cash My s**t's cla*sic, like my ni**a Nate Go get the tape, we keep the nation anticipatin until we break Money made me evil, court
(feat. Butch Cassidy, Styles P) [Tupac:] They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even as
sell five million Hit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits Court cases got a nigga facing multiple digits Dodging cop cars look how we come so far Picture a high
rise '97 watch me cut these motherfuckers down to size And if I catch another case Lord knows how they hate me Got a playa in the court room Please
We ain't dead yet, feel me!! Verse 1 I got my Hennessy find ya foes in a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes I'm getting high off buddha 'Cause
in the day before they put the crack in the way and heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day It's gettin' rough collect calls from my niggas in court