maze of memories It all sort of looks familiar Until you get up close and then it's different clearly But each time you turn a corner You are, you are
you know, this the ennnnd of the road When I sing that slow song for you... And love was nothin but another gun for you ('nother gun for you..) And I
feet. I wanna know what you about, I wanna take you with me. Girl, as long as you wit me, see, you can be who you be. I want you all to understand that
We rock khakis and Chucks) If you don't know (Almost lost my life when Dre dropped The Chronic) (Legend in the makin') Where I'm from (Aftermath, you better watch your colors) (In the City of Angels) Y'all
says I'm overdue Sing along, send some money Join the chosen few Hey, Mister I'm not in a hurry And I don't want to be like you And all I want from
you need a break tonight Let me make it right, baby won't you stay the night I got a lot of love as you know you're my favorite right? Hey my lady, what
your Mercedes, but first you got to pay me) (You better quit with all the question, sugar who's little girl am I) (Why I'm yours if you got enough money
you said they'd be back on my nuts, I listen to you bro and I ain't gotta tell you I love you my nigga you know [voice singing in background] gotta
cops Where the love from my homeboys, I love y'all too I was the tugboat to ya problems cause I drug y'all through Just one question dawg, how could you
swing a wrecking ball [Madchild] This is your beckoning call [Prevail] While we checkin you all, All praise the Circuit Breaker that circulates through your walls And appalls all
"they got me so uptight" --> unknown singer [chorus 1: hell razah] We form the ghetto government You either hate us or you lovin it Ghetto
Dear God, I'm trying hard to reach you Dear God, I see your face in all I do Sometimes it's so hard to believe it But God, I know you have your reasons
you here when you get home, yeah I can't wait to see you wrapped up in my arms, baby All I want this year is that you get one precious gift Share this
-blank, a motherfucker's sure to die That's my word, nigga even try to Bogart Have his mother singing "It's so hard" Yes, love, love, you're fucking
platinum, hehe This go out to all the magazines that supported me All the real motherfuckers All the stores, the mom and pop spots A&R people, all y'all
rain is soaking through my shoes I may never be the same when I reach Baton Rouge Well I never will get over this English refugee Singing to the jukebox in some all
soaking through my shoes I may never be the same when I reach Baton Rouge, oh yeah Well, I never will get over this English refugee Singing to the jukebox in some all