holy Zsa Zsa The wood is hot and you can spot the flocks of People like sheep, those with dreadlocks to jocks with Reebok Fleeing hard rocks, a La cafe Bambatta flashy fashion imagine crashing
to be part of the cure but I'm part of the disease I can chase butterflies but I get stung by the bees Sometimes I think too much, forget my clarity I bought every self
horsies troddin' At full riding and ya climbing and someone shotting Much trouble passing on the barnyard Go 'head and bounce and let it go I'm sick a these soft party
drag you back to square one again The pain gets a little worse every time Crash, crumple, crash, crumple Do not pass go, do not collect Your dignity and your self
stayin here!) Ruff Ryders (Ain't goin nowhere, Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere) [Drag-On] Ya'll laughin, when we comin, we checkin the cabinets Body parts
the chance, To make a brand new start; You helped me find my way. There's still so much to learn, So many dreams to earn. But even if I crash and burn
the grass is greener On the other side How do I live for the moment When I always wanna be else where? How do I reach fulfillment When I'm crashed and got parts
is now, take the chance Get on top, U will cop, winner takes all As we dance 2 the rhythm of the cream beat Never will U see me drowning in pool of self
the day Crashed out in a bed of piss Empty bottle cradled in their arms. So tell me Who's job is it to tend these few people? Back to self-sufficiency
aint no athlete you shawn bradley i aint talkin to nobody in particular my flow just vehicular homicide whem im kicken em yes, anybody in my path is a car crash
and salted peanuts And the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore And, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out And we went into a tailspin and crashed
Reflections of my own life flash like a fire Powder burns the memories life seems a bad dream Fall for cenetries physical and the mental When I crashed
no I'm crashing down The world is spinning round Need another kick, I got the Junkie blues Down and out I feel like dying, my mind is so confused Lies and self
ourselves playing this part, We were concerned with ideas, not rock and roll, But we can't avoid that arena, It's become a part of us even if we don'
don't help me nigga, help the bear!! Me and my wales, we be coonin But see you the type of the nigga that'll go in the backroom and beep yo'self and act
dreadlocks to jocks with Reeboks, fleeing hard rocks A la Cafe, bambatta flashy fashion Imagine crashing bashes with bitches That be bad and wishing for the fame and recognition There on a mission for self
little Johnny Walker Lindh in every Meadow Creek middle school And when the rap tape grows up Each wave topples at first wind before the self settles
built her own nest to live Soon after that baby's daddy slash lazy bunk [? ] With no cash he want to come over and crash He want to play his part So