I've seen were in the zoo They say we are unique with this language that we speak But you have proved them wrong Skinner and Chomsky, how could they be so blind
rock or you had that wicked jump shot Either or, there was no in between It was either be poor or move coke to the fiends 20 it would cost, I was hopin
got Dre, Storch, Pharrell and no Timbo I've met almost half of the DTP But the couple times I spoke to Luda, don't think he see me Had never met I-20
48 Mack trucks parked in position Credit cards by the pages You can't stop the helicopter and baller stages I take care of adults Send 20 thousand grants
'em 23 elders each wrote me a Psalm And placed them within my motor neurons It contained the approximate date of, 'The Apocalypse' Deposited in scripts of the 20
was so comfortable u took advantage of the whole, situation, all that shit u makin was cuzza me, we was coo all those years cuz i was blind n couldnt
sell bi coastal, international They inter-catching you with satellites in deep space Now who invented niggaz in the first place And said America is the original birthplace Who gettin' 10 20
sell bi-coastal International They inter-catching you with satellites in deep space Now...Who invented niggaz in the first place? And said America is the original birthplace? Who gettin' 10 - 20
deep No funk, no static, nobody's thinkin' about a war We got Grump in the house, Rhythm X, and hoes galore Baththub full of liqor and wine M.D. 20/20
go twirlin around on the pole Slow down hoe, hoe I gotta pay her for it Come here honey Come get this money you deserve it Here's a 10, here's a 20,
away [Verse 2: Magic] I'm doing 80 in the lightin Duece trays on shine The cops try to pull me over but my rims done blinded em Cus I got 4 models in
20 below, From the banks and the Brille to the streets of Soho. It's our time to shine. We gonna do it right! It's our time to blind them. We gonna do
Is he a song man?) A sigh in the human heart (Three sides to every God) I look at the clock on the wall It says three minutes to midnight Faith is blind
not friends I don't trust them a bit Call it baseless paranoia Or the way that we live We're all escaping something But we're blind to what it is If
guess it's mine and mom's now 'cause my daddy's dead Dad had a wreck about a month ago He was tryin' to get home in a blinding snow Mom has to work
for a G-5 Benz Touring on the road getting stacks 20 grand karats for the show no tax Bell-V is what I'm pourin' on them hatas Blinding with the lock
termination frustration can't change the world we see turn daylight to darkness the 20th century dyin' century see the devil with a look in his eye laughin
Strong songs survive On records 95 beats per second Get it mike on the guitar cmon wreck it You go ooh ahh there go them superstars, of soul 20 times