are clean You know the light is always on Be of good cheer now somehow You can forget for now You know your glass is always full Down here at the home
oh so very high That if the clouds were to drop me Then I'd fall out the sky I don't really know why I'm here I guess I'm just here for the ride I swear
at your crib I make a mean spaghetti? Now I'm on the highway like Andre Within a couple minutes we was back at the rest I told her make herself at home
cousin's house it seemed indeed black." [Brother J] What is.. we are.. Dum-diddy-dum to the God's new drum Devils run, here comes the sun Brothers travel
To The Reverend Honostly, There's Probably Better Compitition In Heaven Holla At Me Filmore Bitch We Dollar Happy You Would Think I Was Strippin' The Way Hoes Throw Dollas At
you You a hoe nigga not a role nigga Cause Z-Ro make more doe nigga More versus more mixtapes more shows nigga And I ain't ever at home I'm on the rode
, (weed in my lungs Switchblades and guns, niggaz don't want none) I'm so high, cause I got a sack of that shit Flipping and tripping, 15's beating in
Flexxa time to have sexxa Look how ya got me I don worked up a sweat Calling my number cause no one do it better Got you at home at night writing me
and these hoes will fuck You cross that thin line, and you will get touched 1-8-7 I'm telling you, one time is enough Leave your kids at home, cause it
Or amphetamines, I got em at the cheapest price Living by the rules of the street life, fin to get niggas Better beat the street light home, after dark
on fire, other soldiers won't let it down They ain't set tripping but out here jacking has been alive Misery spinning what they clicking for no reason at
, and who was the foe, you know it's bout to drive me crazy Mama, tell Jesus I can't handle the pressure, look at The way they do me down here, my vision
Like to see me suffering, is what you glad to see (bitches) Newsflash: I ain't been doing bad in so long Making money in prison like I was still at home
yellow bitch You ain't never been real, but it's evident You be looking to get your chest blown (boo-ya) Or are you use to walking the hallways Of your home
ain't mad at cha) at cha I ain't, mad at mha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at cha, noooo
nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha I ain't, mad at mha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at
would run to the dopeman once more All those days, had me fiending for a hot meal Now I'm a crook, got steel, I do not feel So don't even trip, when
on each other And then we sat, down together You gave me your number, said give me a call I thought i wouldn't call at all Here we are fell in love