it's all outta control... i see your highways highway killer i see your black man klu klux lynching i see your sidewalks drive by shooter oh lord oh no... it's outta control
lord it's all outta control... i see your highways highway killer i see your black man klu klux lynching i see your sidewalks drive by shooter oh lord oh no... it's outta control
whoa I'm the underground king I reside on the throne In the club wylin out over henny and patron Me I'm in the zone yea me I'm in the zone It's bottle after
: Someone stole the starlight from the backside of your hand Weak without the magic you lay passed out in the sand With controls set for night flights
: [Chorus:] Why's this always happen, ay yo, looking in the future still feeling smothered Rappers always acting, day after day, one time after another
One step back from where I was Spinning in circles Gets old after a while And you say if I fall I will Fall straight into your arms And should I trip
day and forty dozen, niggaz strugglin Is you hustlin, do you relate to drug smugglin? If so, grab a nine and start to trip But remember, don't let nobody punk you out
twister get twisted with this it seems on but its off I keep missin this shit I'm high but I try, to stay focused wide out lookin dead at the chips I
now when they see me they wanna hang with me but when i got out back in 96' when i touched down they was nowhere to be found hibernating out of town
I'm the underground king I reside on the throne In the club wylin out over henny and patron Me I'm in the zone yea me I'm in the zone It's bottle after
) Yeah right, (We had some drinks, she told me she was lonely) Then wat, (That talkin had really got us horny) No he didn't, (And after that I couldn't control
aint never gonna leave, the ghetto is all that I know It's just another day in the hood my nigga laying back trying get this dough yellin out ohhhhh
ghetto 3 A.M. Somewhere Out Of Beaumont -------------------------------- oh-oh-wo After the love After the love After the love is gone Eternal Eter
was I to do? Cause now the yerm has got me thinkin I'm on channel two Peep it -- bip-bip-bip like the bi-on-ic man I'm out of control and now I see myself
the mold And take a close look at the lies we're told Wipe away the facade, see we got to know See the plot to control and to rot the soul You can make
, never gonna leave, the ghetto is all that I know It's just another day in the hood my nigga everybody trying get this dough Let it out, all up in