are clean You know the light is always on Be of good cheer now somehow You can forget for now You know your glass is always full Down here at the home
nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha I ain't, mad at mha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at
would run to the dopeman once more All those days, had me fiending for a hot meal Now I'm a crook, got steel, I do not feel So don't even trip, when I
on each other And then we sat, down together You gave me your number, said give me a call I thought i wouldn't call at all Here we are fell in love
please check your email (?) (Bye bye girl) Why not your beeper (?) (Bye bye baby) Stick your head out the window Oh... I`m mad as hell Bye bye baby Anyone at home
shaking waking up the folk in my neighborhood Still hit the seen and whip, throw it up in my cup and sip Ever be where them white folk at cause the laws over there they bout to trip
if you slip You hit the chalk and fall in the night time Gotta get mine Ain't takin no shorts or no losses Hop on the phone Callin' my nigga sin at home
would take the moon out on some one-way trip I drove all night down streets that wouldn't bend But somehow they drove me back here once again To the place I lost at
down here for a while You've got to make up your mind and make it soon Is there room in your life for one more trip to the moon? Is there room in your
1 repeat) [B-Real] '97 (*echoes*) was the trip, it was the year we killed the feud Between us and Cube, over shit nobody knew The Dog came back home
so good Horny plants stinkin up my whole neighborhood Sticky angel, I wanna leave it alone but never ever ever gotta worry from my home What that funny sound knockin at
dome, jumps in the Brome Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty White boy at the counter's
up straight Cuz I put away the shotgun borrow me a glock Took a liitle trip to the funky weed spot tried to jack me but home got shot la-la-la-lalala
the beautiful and tie a yellow ribbon boy, this punch is a trip - it's o.k. in my book here, take a sip - maybe a little heavy on the fruit ah, here
tell I'm at the point where I'm on a ride I really don't give a fuck rite now I'll tell you that much baby Huh? Here I go baby! Here I go! It's not that
mini's But I'm not throwin' ones, fives, tens, or even twenties I'm throwin' quarters, nickels, dimes, pennies up at skinnies Man I do this for them bunnies up at
But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?" Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears Shit Christina
a knot Your biggest dream was to rock your 850 and beam You and the Gods buy a crib in the white part of Queens But at the same time, niggaz on the block