adrenalin cut him down, yet he grows back and makes my blood sing it beckons to us all sometimes we cannot hide the most unusual thing the once and
me, my horizon widened dawn comes fast and the birds sing loud my eyes are coloured with the red that's on the sky and the clouds I see it all through a romantic haze and
up hope And yo Erick and Parrish Das EFX is dope And to Muggsy, comin out of 7A3 Props on Cypress Hill and the House of P And though I never met him, and
start askin me, who got the props? (NOW, NOW, Now we gonna show you how the East coast rocks) [Chorus] [Daddy-O] I grew up po', and the streets were rough And
the stores Buy the records from the stores and not the bootleggers Know that it's because of you that every R&B singer sings to a hip-hop beat And every pop singer
after we name and low we After now we mek the pitney a dead fi hungry come after we name and low we after now we mek greed and na follow them monthly
The message of history We keep makin' the same mistakes Over and over and over and over again And then we wonder why We're in the shape we're in Good
times it happens that we live our lives in chains And we never even know we have the key But me, I'm already gone And I'm feelin' strong I will sing
We have got to make it here We satisfy our endless needs, And justify our bloody deeds, In the name of Destiny And in the name of God And you can
grace And we would sing right out loud, the things we could not say We thought we could change this world with words like "love" and "freedom" We
and we have some fun All night long, all night long We like a long neck and a good old song Turn it up and then we sing along Sing along We're all
he's far beyond the pain And we who must remain go on living just the same I once knew a man, very talented guy He's sing for the people and people
lo quiere, mi cuerpo se calienta... You simply have to Sing a song Any happy song And you can get a smile from every man If everybody sung a song Any happy song We
naughty, I can do things your man cannot do, I'll make you feel good I can love you too We can keep it on the low we can tell 'em too, I bet your man
zoo out this bitch, I put a hole in the monkey Got the gemstars to rip 'em, hundred shots to clip 'em Bodybags they zip 'em, and we don't know a thang
blunt and light the ensan Ya its time to freak off with my project princess Ya boobies wanna talk and send fairmail Cuz ya see me in the sources and
baby pops in the box in the prison Sing-sing is where he biddin' She in the Gucci tights and Findi high heals Baby wipes and cans of Infamil Moter bike and