Paroles:
Jack Johnson And G Love

my way And I dont care what your momma say And I dont care what your poppa say And I dont care what your friends say Im gon love you anyway Come on and

turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And

turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And

the cards And her feet are infested with tar balls and La da da da da da Well I was eating lunch at the D. L. G. When this little girl came and

ta fuckin' Snow And Bam Bam and all The East Side Stoners St.Tucko, Sean Stern, The Ken G Easly project Steve Sepada, and ah, Richard Greco And everyone

, he turned them into granades And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And

is walk alone Man he can only walk so far before All he ever does is look inside He don't need nowhere to hide *note: G.A.T.E is acronym for gifted and

broken Her focus a fraction The ash on her Camels at an inch and a half And her voice starts to crack And her head starts to twitch And Ant looks at

turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And