2:] One thing with the gangsta pan the Gaza Will bill the papa And build wih plaza Clean up wih gully dem An ah nuh joke either Ah nuh comedy central
a la tele ce soir. Un chef-d??uvre du 7eme art que je voudrais revoir, un drame tres engage sur la police de Saint-Tropez. C?est une satire sociale dont le personnage central
of town And I'm lookin' for a fat boy and a lotta (state of clown) You better move your ass to this MAC-11 Pointed at your ass for the 1-8-7 "Yeah motherfucker
out I'm from the hood where every nigga lies flip a couple grams they tell ya they baking pie shit Still got my name carved in that central book and Gave
: "This is a Channel 7 news breif because the news is happening now." "Hello, Morque Perkins reporting. Our top story tonight, police and investigators
: Brace di fuoco di accampamento appena spento Piscio di tigre tenuto almeno una notte al vento 7 capelli di sette uomini raccolti all'alba sopra un
that 7.5 in the dome where you at black? [CHORUS] Duswats, Cattus Park Flatlind after dark East Pointe, Marietta Stone Mountain get the cheddar [CHORUS] Houston, Las Veg South Central
? (Backin the days) When? (back in the days) Im still back in the days But now the year is 87-88 Thats when my crew and I Were in Junior high in 7
up the globe The bandit, spittin dialect umm (UMMM) Catchin wreck umm (UMMM) One two micraphone check (UMMM) Attention passenger's we're on a non-central
Capo on 2nd Fret (below are just chord shapes), actual chords are: (F#m=(Em), A=(G), D=(C), E=(D), E7=(D7), Bm=(Am)) Em
in the more central and southern parts, it'll be a fine, dry day Good deal of sunshine to begin With clouding over somewhat later on 5 to 7, backing
the mode, and blow up the globe The bandit, spittin' dialect, umm Catchin' wreck umm, one, two, microphone check Attention passenger's We're on a non-central
of town And I'm lookin' for a fat boy and a lotta state of clown You better move your ass to this MAC-11 Pointed at your ass for the 1-8-7 Yeah motherfucker
II) Im still back in the days but now the year is 87, 88 thats When my crew and I were in Jr. High in 7th grade I hated school (Wished it had blown up
Black folks can't never have no fun These streets be crazy (Walkin' down the avenue) (From Hollywood to South Central) These streets be crazy (Long Beach
off her lip She got real excited, yo she started to flip She says, "Dre baby, dre baby oh" I said, "Just relax, yo chill mo" We made a right turn onto Central
[Scene: Central Perk, Everyone is there.] JOEY: Hey Ross, will you pass me that knife? ROSS: No, I will not! JOEY: Oh, it's okay. You don't have to be
a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again Back in the days, but now the year is '87 '88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high In 7
