darkness in the jungleland will the well run dry remember when the big tree falls remember as the switchblade calls remember as your heart grows cold remember
dry darkness in the jungleland will the well run dry remember when the big tree falls remember as the switchblade calls remember as your heart grows cold remember
Of your furthest reaches All your dreams, splintered off Leech by leech on this catafalque Anyone will tell you, yes anyone Chance had me setting a trip
Z-Ro] I can't focus, I'm losing my mind real fast Dreaming and fiending for the day, I could make some real cash Dropping album after album, platinum song after
by surprise I knew you hoes wasn't ready (Chorus) [Z-Ro] Remember back in 94' they use to laugh at me team Now it's year 2k2 women be after me team
man Mess around and get too tipsey, you'll be on the floor man Popping up, until I feel about as strong as four man We don't smoke rocks but they are over our hand Remember
Up tribe Read about it in the Source, Murda Dog and the Vibe [Chorus] [Z-Ro] Remember back in 94 they use to laugh at me baby Now it's year two triple
, and that's no bullshitin I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her And I can see us after
Y'all ain't never just tripped and pictured And just looked at the whole situation Cause once u look at it You know (really do) They don't give
nuttin but bad news, ever since the day you left me I sit and wonder is there a way, you could forget me Remember my phone calls, my late visits Us
for life, and that's no bullshitin I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her And I can see us after
my fuckin' nigga And things won't be the same without ya nigga I remember kickin' back, you wanted to lack And goin' half on a muthafuckin' hundred sack Smokin' blunt after
he's makin records That's what the'd said whenever I would walk by I never tripped, though always kept my head up high Eventually, I knew that I would find my way After
, I reloadin and buckin again, some mo! Nigga puttin it down, worldwide. Them wicked bad-ass thugs. You punk niggas hate us, but we don't trip, we still
to move on Took a while to realize So we're goin' nowhere fight after fight [Chorus:] Breathe in, breathe out Gonna get a grip We're done, no doubt Was it worth the trip
, I don't know!") ("Look baby..") ("Damn!") ("Yo, it's gonna be alright, right?") ("Well OK..") [announcer] Meet Stan, twenty-one years old. ("Give me a kiss!") After
clean, Im not pristine Im n queen, Im no machine I still go to Taco Bell Drivethrough, raw as Hell I dont care, Im still real No matter how many records I seel After the show or after
my left hand." Repeat after me: "Questa e' la mia mano sinistra." And now: "This is my right hand." Repeat after me: "Questa e' la mia mano destra."