Living on free food tickets Water in the milk from the hole in the roof Where the rain came through What can we do Tears from your little sister Crying
somethin's comin' I like this sound of this somethin's comin' You can picture like a photograph, envision the image Of 125th street and Lenox The old folks
blown up L.A. is a great place Fly girls, dope cars, life at a fast pace But gangbanging was killin' it quick Another child got hit, bullshit Pop-pop-pop
women want they cameo, I just want the panty hoes and I'm higher than Geronimo, And I got them tools, tell 'em boys it could get mechanical, Now pop that
sight A demon that feeds on the mind Big Bang, that's a joke that I made up Once when I had eons to kill You know, most folks They don't get when I'm
, no one lifted a hands So he went about his business and devised a plan Made a CD and then he hit the block Fifty thousand sold, seven dollars a pop
watchin me i got ranks all over me evidence all over me niggas know we run the streets i know the robbers watchin me now i got to tote a strap to keep them folks
eyes I parked the car and walked with awe-filled reverence Toward that glorious, huge, majestic sphere I was just so overwhelmed by its sheer intensity I had to pop
country, look at them boots She's gone country, back to her roots She's gone country, a new kind of suit She's gone country, here she comes Well the folk
So now they tryin' separation And sendin' black folks in white coats to infiltrate our So now they tryin' separation And sendin' black folks in white
ing happen, under them street lights But pay attention, let me show you what my life like You can get your days cut short, under them street lights [Yung Redd] Them folks
proper and it's about to get hotter (Come with me) 'Til it pop off And you better be ready for the jump off (Come with me) 'Til it pop off And you
loose gets bust down I don't like stogs spoke, (a ah) play the vote for the honeys and got money selling dope to the old folks (yes) Turning robbery,
.C., what's the business? Chi town, what's the business? I'm from a place called Compton, California Most of my dogs smoke marijuana Most on the run from them folks
[Common] Yo.. I don't know what was on y'all niggaz birds(?) to go up to the boat - and start robbin old folks Now see you done messed with the wrong
like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears The way I freak funk OHHHH the Monkees sayin, "Hell yeah" Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks
How many dead folks this art resurrected How many nations this culture connected Who am I to judge one's perspective? Though some of that shit y'all pop
gonna come (X3) And check it out ha. Verse 1: My raps do laps around tracks to the days The idiot vibin' I'm the comma comma Chamelion I use to pop