Fuck the nostalgia And fuck all the stories Fuck those who speak of the old days of glory If you're one of us, know that you are one And if your not
I use my pad and pen and my lyrics break out mad I try to write about fun and the good times But the pen yanks away and explodes and destroys the rhyme
go on and on and you don't stop Got sticky sneakers from the blood of a shot cop Belt and a club,I'm leaving tracks on the white rug Punk tried to rif
L.A. I low ride and I sag and cuss I cover my face with the rag and bust Long Beach and Compton are some down-ass towns But South Central L.A. is where
brew Uhh Miller boo Kick 1-2 Kung Fu You and your boo The worst thing you could ever do Is have a chick on the side, right? True (True, true) Bye (
For a while, to love was all we could do We were young and we knew And our eyes were alive Deep inside we knew our love was true For a while, we paid
the whole world's out of order So at night the fiend's dance on Grease with John Travolta One got slaughtered as he coughed blood from his mouth The other tried to duck and
me Mr. Murda-Mo Get [unverified], burn the whole store down all by myself [unverified] for fuckin' with the bone flow Heaven and Earth, God and my loved one and ya gotta roll And
the spine Get him for the money Nigga tried to play me and dash And that's why me thugs should put slugs in that ass They telly and me never want to
Sammy: Leave your name Ronna: By now you must know love is true Sammy: And the time Ronna: Consider the pain that we're going through Sammy: And your number Sammy: And
night and that was not probation They gave they two cents and we ain't ask for no donation Man, you on some other other shit Just found out about my other other
the right support. He tried some string and paper clips. Hey! He even tried his own two lips! Well, he stitched and he slaved and he slaved and he stitched
and snort Searching for the right support. He tried some string and paper clips. Hey! he even tried his own two lips! Well, he stiched and he slaved And
the right support. He tried some string and paper clips. Hey! He even tried his own two lips! Well, he stiched and he slaved And he slaved and he
other day And she told me what I knew was true She told me that I've never gotten over you She said that if I called you You'd just turn your back and
that we have Maybe tonight We can fill each other?s eyes and be glad The nights are long thinking about you I can?t help hoping it?s not true I can?
cot, no window, facing hell. Put in the basement of a prison wit all males And the smell of misery, seatless toilets and centipedes She'd exercise, (paint?,) and
pee-pee, yo you don't know me You're just a New Kid on My Jock, tip-seekin and you're phony It's my little pony and you cannot get a ride So when
