I don?t need no weed I?ve been in LA for a year now So I don?t see no seeds After I?m done you clappin? the crew Hell yeah, I fuck fans Guess what your
[Verse 1] Parachute ratty, one bunk cord now the air is scooped badly Dripping out the sticks like a twig-tweed hammock Miter cut the cables for that
give em hell, they ain't ready for war Guts, they ain't ready for war Glory, they ain't ready for war Victory Wondering how their kingdom fell, they
:] Now all cats who ain't prepared, beware all I need is the pair of kicks,a snare and his dare for the taking hall with my statements, to hell with all
your back flip, trapped in a casket Reminsce on the life that he missed Only sixteen when it came down to this Videos, TV, action heroes Blood lust, bust a vein for
Eyes Be The Anger Of The Furious Five Flashbacks Cut Across Psycho Tracks Been There Done That And I Swung A Big Bat Like That There It Is I Be The
for the coming day Even now She waits in the dawn For the tales she tells For the gifts that she will sell For the sight she knows For a vision
you lord: 1) for this oil slick. 2) for her car wreck. 3) for I'm lovesick. Heaven sent us a hero, but Hell tried to his resolve. And when you thought
under your bed. Let me make you a present of song as the wise man breaks wind and is gone while the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose
And it took off down the trail Down past the railroad track Towards the county jail" "Jed you really screwed up now What'd you have to do that for? Everybody
the presence? Shakti fields surge in your circuits Steep it, cook it Love is an oven A couple ones and I could bake you eleven Shake it, cut it open
re not ministers We're tellin like it is cause Ren and Dre is like sinister Reality speaks for itself when it's spoken A basehead cluck can't blame nobody for
outta here, oh shit) (*inhales and coughing continues*) Ay, pass this over here man, so we can just cipher youknowI'msayin'? (Cip, yo, this is for dolo
the grip of a punk by now is learnin what you have to pay to be a hero anyhow he dressed the hole in his gut with a hundred dollar bandage a king's ransom for
not ministers We're tellin like it is cause Ren and Dre is like sinister Reality speaks for itself when it's spoken A basehead cluck can't blame nobody for