Cause we straight jackin, if i say it's on it's crackin Young thugs, from y.a., we make it happen Swearin y'all can see me but that's just like seein
animatin Let's turf talk before you niggaz thuggin it up It don't matter if you Crip'n, or Blood'n it up Dallas Squad blooded it up, smashin on sight
(Fool's Garden) I'm sitting here in a boring room It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon I'm wasting my time I got nothing to do I'm hanging around
night Like a 747 to LA that's in flight FREE! Like a garden flourishing in the wind Like a student bout to do it when he's graduatin FREE! From any of
We growin' doja in the basement in that underwater garden (Okay) When hereon in the bank shed, dry it 'til it harden Make it hash up in the oven (Man),
what they can't steal So easy to hurt But oh so hard to heal I know, I've had it happen to me Time and time again And it feels just like being turned