of one thousand one thousand and one but ah Parking Inspectora?¦ Went to my friends when I found a fine beat cos I like to play a rhythm where the
as helpless as a kitten up a tree And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud I can't understand I get misty just holding your hand Walk my way And a thousand
a household name Weatherman tellin' us It ain't goin' rain So now we sittin in a droptop Soaking wet In a silk suit trying not to sweat Hittin' somersaults
of school or have abortions Stop workin' hopin' that they find a man that will support them Up late night on they mother's cordless Thinkin' a perm or
find peace of mind Between insanity and sanity there lies a thin line Some dwell in hotels with Jezebels A stone age and fall a victim to the plague
journey We picked up a guy holding a sign that said, "Twine ball or bust" He smelled real bad and he said his name was Bernie I put in a Slim Whitman
piss off my pencil, and I blast, dash in a rental One nigga got out and off he in a trap with sawed off They took a chance and lost Let's spray A-K and
Are those long forgotten trees of yore A broken violin floatin' alone in December Darkness everywhere and nothing more Symbol, strange symbol, melancholy Painting torrid colors on a
supposed to be Sitting by a broken tree No tragedy, no poetry Just staring at the sky I could wait a thousand hours Stay the same in sun and showers Pick apart a
no delay Picking up the bounty and the spoils on our way We?ve been traveling from state to state And them don?t understand what they say Three thousand
Make a move Make a move For every one thing we're ignorant of A thousand more things beat the maze, yeah You saw the apple hanging on the tree But
to the brim, And the bike you rode to school now it rests, And your story begins. You read your fair share of books, You tied your lace a thousand times
help me be on my way? Won't you help me be on my way? So I can set me free Saw murder in her eyes The dark of a thousand crows Cold thriller in disguise
blow Five hundred thousand units off a dime a trow Forty below, I'm thorough when it's time to throw The caboose, I'm even hard to be touched by a masousse
Half Moon Villa, with a killa And a cocain dealer, layin low from the law See it all comes down to who's quick to draw first Pay attention, prevention, ridin off in a
I'm a funnel mine Now you could shoot it in yo' veins or shoot it up straight to yo' brain You could smoke it out a bowl or get a blunt and roll it