might explode I still love you so I hate myself the love is fading but the hate still burns I still love you so I hate myself the love is fading but the HATE STILL BURNS
With the feds you do eighty five percent of your time Duke you get ten you'll damn near do nine Hate a liar more than I hate thief A thief is only after
it burn If you talkin' about money, homie, I ain't concerned I'm a tell you what Banks told me, "Cous' go 'head, switch the style up" And if they hate
always brothers Never thought about eachothers skin colours Til one day we was walking up the block in the summer It was like 90 degrees I was catching a sun burn Tryna walk under the trees
Heeyo drama We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with this shit Breakfast club I want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room This aint
had Such a good thing going, yeah Now the light you burned Is dying out so slowly" [Pressure:] For starters, ain't heartless, I don't hate them But
they hate to die The smell of your hair I know is still there, if most of our leaves are blown Our words still ring in the brush and the trees where
tailors We're all stars and smoke papers, iphone with no ring tones Vibrator on plain mode, palm trees, an bumpy road The weed burning, but the the money
yellow [x4] [Snoop Dogg:] Big Snoop Dogg and Wiz Khalifa See on the West Coast I'm the big Chief-a Grim reaper, maybe that bring me that, yellow lack Still
to fasten your seatbelt Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A. Chorus: Xzibit Welcome to L.A. Where you can see the whole city burning Cause the cops got
always brothers never thought about eachothers skin colours til one day we was walking up the block in the summer it was like 90 degrees, I was catching a sun burn tryna walk under the trees
[x4] [Snoop Dogg] Big Snoop Dogg and Wiz Khalifa see on the West Coast I'm the big Chief-a Grim reaper, maybe that bring me that, yellow lack still
the little boy is still in me We discuss monogamy, polygamy, the I's the probability Your momma ain't feeling me, it stung like a killer bee How far from the tree
say this so well You can whistle my melody or noel You're still gonna get the Speak n Spell I get my ink from inkwell, my paper from the trees I swell
Get em cleaned up you know, show em the light that they're all bark and no bite, like a tree trunk We slash and burn em, Indelibles, The Fire In Which