(by Bob Dylan) How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the
leave this bitch in handcuffs [Gar] Now see this what I'm talking bout, you out here running round With them knuckle head, fucking give head hoes Bring em to your house
didn't see her Cause she eased to the back after checkin around To get with Chuck Norm and Flav to Shut Em Down News caught on, but Don't Believe the Hype Only fools
doors with just a smile. A rich old man, and she won't have to worry. She'll dress up all in lace and go in style. Late at night, the big old house gets
motherfuckers at the, party We're going to see ya at the, party Another motherfuckin' 2 live, party Dig this how we love to party Dance fools all over
: [sound of woman being fucked] [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] When the party's over, we can get together, Go to my house and fuck forever, And do whatever
Coast) Shake it Cali (Dre) uh, yeah, uh, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh, yeah Oaktown Oakland definately in tha house (hahaha) Frisko, Frisko (
both black and white are smokin crack tonight And only time we deal is when we kill each other It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And
havin fun And it's cool til a fool pull a loaded gun Cause another dude kicked his Bacardi over He had to act a fool now the party's over Gun shots rang
1] [dre] now make it shake... [rpt 2] [Outro: Dre, 2Pac] uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house
could i forget you smiled and looked at me The soft of your lips, they captured me The whole ride down we kept our eyes on each other And then we sat
brothers got it real tough dying every day a mist of life and problems (hey fool wheres your whole passe? what up dude) and these games people play word (ok fool
ve never fucked up to where I can't whoop ya ass You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools, just don't
my deal Bought you the 5 karats plus the house on the hill The blue escalade with them new chrome-e wheels You told me the other day I dont know how
No you'll not now or no other day Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache? And inside it the people made of molasses That every other day buy
t no joke Too many niggas I know was takin' shit for granted and that's foul Nigga if you see a fool, pick a fool right out the crowd And hit him dead
side each one fightin' for the other We said until we died we'd always be blood brothers Now the hardness of this world slowly grinds your dreams away Makin' a fool
there and bawl Lyin' in a diaper, feelin' like a fool Things'll get much worse when it's time to go to school You're crammed into a classroom with 30 other