and Daddy prayin down on their knees For a miracle in Memphis Lord won't you help them please Chorus For the kids we trade all them tomorrow and for the kids
What do you do when you're scared inside? When all of your feelings just seem to collide Emotions just seem to let go All of your tears always follow
first stand proud Ain't looking for hand-outs Twenty-five years up in this bi**h And I'll be damned if I ain't leaving rich And leave my kids a grip I
for the children in the light We built this bridge for the skeezers with sight And we built this bridge for my brothas that are blind We built this bridge for
big microphone hippie Hit Poughkepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie Chop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo Swing the John McEnroe
in it, only it's objects And the object for us to explore our prospects And sidestep cops on the way to the top - yes! As kids we would daydream, sittin
my bridge game to look forward to I've got this chance, a golden opportunity As long as I keep doing what I'm supposed to You see my wife and kids, they
one, hear no evil, and I don't speak none Everything cool until that heat come Just call my name, and I'll be there Ya'll kids is slum, like the jewelry
: (feat. Ozi Batla) [Verse 1:] When we were kids all we used to drink was Coke and ice Nowadays kids are all about the Coke and ice This war on drugs
a fuckin train What kind of shit, youknowhatI'msayin? Got a thousand niggaz write for him, let ME write for you Son my shit is jumpin, I got John
Baby, baby, baby! Kids call me coffee because I *jugga jugga jugga* drop! And you don't stop, don't put on the red light While I rock player, niggas I coach more than John
time when old folks were respected Kids talkin' back was never accepted Get spanked and your mouth got washed out with soap But kids nowadays will curse
bridge game to look forward to I've got this chance, a golden opportunity As long as I keep doing what I'm supposed to You see my wife and kids,
best of life A car, a house, a neighborhood that's nice With flowers and trees and lots of little kids around Where public schools aren't breeding grounds for
down Who said it was easy claimin' Dogg Pound I believe I got good skills We been makin' music since we were kids That's all I wanna do for life Keepin
You flip a chain cobra I'm a hit your Vien Motor One hundred and twenty five grange we arrange the rover Nigga trade ya rover for the redrum stains you
to me, big microphone hippie Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken, verbs throw up a stone Richie Chop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo Swing the John
me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long So I told her I got something you've been waiting for I got something you've been waiting for
