Texty:
D O A Rebel Kind

the rebel kind And I won't toe that line I got to warn you, keep your head up You're messing with rebel kind I said watch your step, I'm the rebel kind

then I want a lil' piece Just let me get a lil' piece I walk yo' block and hit yo' street like I'm a muthafuckin' G A matter fact I am a G, and you

necessary Long time we a hush a full time we speak up 'Cause f-r-e-e-d-o-m is a must Chorus A put me life on the line for things me believe in Knowing

a rage with a gauge gettin' P A I D I ain't goin' out, fuck Mickey D's I'd rather pimp hoes and clock g's 'Cause that's what a real nigga do to make

want a taste of everything Your going too fast, you're gonna crash But you know you'll survive So much to fight for Lots of flags to wave A rebel without a

'I'm gonna O.D. I hit the roadie I'm in a popband' He said 'Remember James Dean was looking pristine in comes the benzine out goes the rebel without a

violence and just bring it on, willld Verse One: Lauryn Hill Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me I keep a wrap about

want a taste of everything Your going too fast, you're gonna crash But you know you'll survive So much to fight for Lots of flags to wave A rebel without a

awhile And anyway I never lied. My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L. Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D. `Tis a long-suffering shackle Collaring all that rebel