good times and the bad Ya - I'll be standin' there by you CUTS LIKE A KNIFE Drivin' home this evenin' Coulda sworn we had it all worked out You had this
the rap game, changin' their lives Silk, C-Murder, Master P (Ha, ha) And all the other real mutherfukin' ballers out there (Freedom) Motherfukin' rookies to the veterans This is all
spikes They wear rips and zippers all in their shirts Real tight pants and fresh mini skirts All kinds of colors runnin' through their hair And you could just about
Superman, I fell from the window If I fly high, then why drive a benzo In drive a 'lac, in drive a hummer In drive is something brand-new this summer (
'all {call y'all} Call y'all {call y'all} {last call, for alcohol} Last call y'all {call y'all} Call y'all {call y'all} {last call, for alcohol} [j-ro
doing life, rest in peace To my man on this disc, rest in peace To my brother Carl Capone, rest in peace To all the lost souls, rest in peace (Dedicated
, "Damn, niggaz can't have shit" 'Cause I see Satan, waitin' in the cut For this black motherfucker, to bail out his hut And I don't give a mad-ass fuck About
to get grown, drive slow homie" Drive slow, homie, drive slow You never know, homie about these hoes homie You need to pump your brakes and drive slow
southern gal She got all the parts and she's built quite well And her name is Dixie Dynamite She's a lady with beauty and grace And she's got all this
to it now Lived in a brownstone, I lived in the ghetto I've lived all over this town This ain't no party, this ain't no disco This ain't no fooling
used to it now Lived on brownstone, lived in the ghetto I've lived all over this town This ain't no party, this ain't no disco This ain't no fooling
was twelve o'clock one friday night i was rockin to the beat and feelin all right everybody was dancin on the floor doin all the things they never did before and then this
(in parentheses are lines where the live version on the Boxhead Ensemble disc differs) sweet ill health has hidden from me, events about which one has
rules So we gotta get a grip and grab what's wrong The opposition is weak and rap is strong [Doug E. Fresh] This is all about, no doubt, to stop violence
twelve o'clock one friday night i was rockin to the beat and feelin all right everybody was dancin on the floor doin all the things they never did before and then this
rush to get grown drive slow homey Drive slow homie Drive slow... Ya never know homey about these hoes homey Ya need to pump your breaks and drive slow
you was playin' catch back Might as well give all my people the pussy If you gon' do it like that Cause I can give a lully mothafuck If you gon' give pussy, to discos