(by Bob Dylan) How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the
Tonight I?ll have a look And try to find my face again Buried beneath this house My spirit screams and dies again Out back a monster wears a cloak of
doors with just a smile A rich old man And she won't have to worry She'll dress up all in lace and go in style Late at night a big old house gets
doors with just a smile. A rich old man, and she won't have to worry. She'll dress up all in lace and go in style. Late at night, the big old house
way When them hatin ass watchdogs look the other way And others may not see that we need each other But if we on the same page we can read each other
When them hatin ass watchdogs look the other way And others may not see that we need each other But if we on the same page we can read each other They
on the other side of the seas' Where the steering wheels are on the other side of the v's And the home look like the spot on the other side of the c's
'll make 'em rich Know I'm headed to the money So these funny little girls wanna take a trip But no, only the M.O.S.T. dope with me Other fools home or
'll make 'em rich Know I'm headed to the money So these funny little girls wanna take a trip But no, only the M.O.S.T. dope with me other fools home or
dinner I'm a wheeler dealer Hash brown & white T-shirts, nike tracksuit With tha black Fila I didn't never wana follow others I'm a leader Said I was a fool
I'm in love with selling, that's why I ain't winning that much Gas money looking funny, wheels ain't spinning that much But I'ma make it the way of the other
I'm from a section where we kill each other for practice so I keep the AJ-AK right under my matress don't let the gold and the diamonds fool you I promise
motherfuckers at the, party We're going to see ya at the, party Another motherfuckin' 2 live, party Dig this how we love to party Dance fools all over
[sound of woman being fucked] [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] When the party's over, we can get together, Go to my house and fuck forever, And do whatever
West Coast) Shake it Cali (Dre) uh, yeah, uh, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh, yeah Oaktown Oakland definately in tha house (hahaha) Frisko, Frisko
both black and white are smokin crack tonight And only time we deal is when we kill each other It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And
havin fun And it's cool til a fool pull a loaded gun Cause another dude kicked his Bacardi over He had to act a fool now the party's over Gun shots rang