was a terrible mess, Yeah, she's got a real good head on her shoulders. When the singer spoke and confessed She didnt really smoke cigarettes, She said her teenage
I was at unimpressionable age through a faze An unmentionable stage deranged full of rage Walking through life in a haze with dark clouds Hanging over my head
But things have got so bad between us, I don't see us ever Bein' together ever again, like we used to be when we was teenagers But then of course everything
hangin on the edge of ya seat Get on down DR. DRE: Times up Game's over You lose, I win Time to show these knucle heads how to do this here Ooh yeah
' overhead There goes my love rocket red Shoot it up Shoot it up Blaster bomb, bomb, bomb, ahead Multi millions still unfed Amondo teeno givin' head
Well sex is back in fashion Let your body have some passion Get your raw head Rex in motion Get down and get it on Well my body's in a quiver You send
get to steppin' We got in a conversation she said she a 107 Just her presence was a blessing and her essence was a lesson She had her head wrapped And
watching your first son put his sentences together Yo, it kinda make me think of way back when I was the portrait of the artist as a young man All them teenage
one and one One and here comes the one, one Now here comes the one on the scene to redeem, a dream Seen a couple of years ago when I was just a teenager
But you was wrong, didn't know about the big long Head-strong, nicknamed Dav from off the school yard With a teenage group I'm turnin' loots to tracks
She was tops in all they said It never once went to her head She had everything it seems Not a care, this teenage queen (Not a care, this teenage queen
pissy project hallways To niggas hustling on the block Settin' up shop crack cocaine bottle of red tops Youngins with the boom box lettin' they head
alley Makin' noise with a double pump Bring your boys turn up at a party With you doubled up Double rowdy, double party Hardcore, teenage, fuckin' bitches
We're all in love We're all in love We're all in love We're all in love We all sleep in one great big bed People like to think we're seekin' a head Everything
in beyond thunder dome he said don't shoot, i said i won't i love you you're my friend i handed him my wig and shot myself in the head then i stuffed
to be enough Will she ever be good enough to fit in with the cool crowd is the question that replays in her head To her the word cool means a dream that