It's alright It's on tight You hold out For more than You go for It's not going To work out You know it You hold tight Your fortune We rise In time
: It's alright It's on tight You hold out For more than You go for It's not going To work out You know it You hold tight Your fortune We rise In time
Stay at home everyday Even wash the dishes If she has to go away You send the children to school Even mend their hose Stay up all nights with the babies Even wash
with you (be with you) In everyway [Listen] When you're out late with your girlfriends I'm waiting for you Ain't no beefin about nothing Cuz girl I trust you And i know that you'll hold
in my glass We came rewinding when I foamed at the mouth while the lights winked at me And now my shape is kept The rain it can't hide, wash the pain
is love Through my eyes Time goes by like tears My emotion's losing the color of life Kill my heart Release all my pain I'm shouting out loud Insanity takes hold
? Where you been darling darling, we've been holding this moment for you. Where you been darling darling? Where you been darling darling? Where you been darling darling, we've been holding
about, to make me lose my mind We're running out of time, too many of my people dying [Z-Ro] Day by day it's more impossible, to hold on I'm going head
gun, then I'ma use my gun And I ain't tripping, I'll put you in a murder scene But I try to stay humble, and hold what I got Never let a nigga know what
I washed our clothes and a number fell out ya pocket Do you remember why it seemed crooked Said you wanted him to get out ya face that's why you took
't last I've built a kingdom out of rubble and sand But I don't, I don't want to hold on to it all I'm ready for the river to run and wash it away I'm
't last I've built a kingdom out of rubble and sand But I don't, I don't want to hold on to it all I'm ready for the river to run and wash it away CHORUS
I'm a grimey nigga; I say some slippery shit. You's a dirty nigga with sifilis in your dick! I catch you I'm a wash you up, line you spit shine you Leave
sto' [Verse 2: Eightball] Keep a fat bag, boys know I got that choker Part-time rap nigga, full-time weed smoker Wake up, before I wash the crust up out
[8Ball:] Smash with my niggas, you know how we do Flippin through the hood, that's when I bumped into you At the car-wash jumpin out your e-class Petite
When you take a breath But you can't hold it in When you try to live But don't know where to begin When there's no hope left No place you can go Well
