On a man-made lake, there's a sheet of thin ice Where unskilled skaters cut figure-eight twice That's sixteen, uncut, direct from the cold Head on a soul
Might run up in a lounge or I might play on Saturdays P. Caliwood With his thugs in the whip they follow me from the hood Sunday I'm gettin' right with
need to recognize and realize, boy!) Chorus: [Repeat 2 times] [Verse 3] Now there's vengeance on the mind, time for him to take back what's stolen
bad) Drug related homicide (drug related homicide) Them X pills wasnt real ( them X pills wasnt real) Dope deal jumped back (dope deal jumped back)
cider, leave me here without a place to go If I followed the coast road, I'd be home by evenin' The harbor lights still cut across the bay From the
you be forgettin cut out your never next with the stylish jack leave ur ass for dead cause you be fuckin faggots BITCH picture this superbowl sunday,
Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom? Have you been borne yet & are you alive? Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages Celebrate symbols from
square Looking at Lenox from the outside with a stare no money to go inside Tameka and Tiffany outside tripping And skipping rope to the beats from my jeep As I speak wuz up from
Ennis, old school efforts Through the Sunday down, Crenshaw sparkin' Zoned out, off the ink, for life Goin through time and metal detectors I can't take
take you back, ohh I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days Let me take you back, ohh I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days Let me take you back, ohh I'm
cut your hair off... . --------------- A letter from Don Powell Most of your lyrics are on the money - I merely cleared up a few that you apparently couldn't distinguish from the record. I backed
Passed out on the overpass Sunday best and broken glass Broken down from the bikes and bars Suspended like spirits over speeding cars You and me we're
Take what's mine Mine, mine, mine Take what's mine Give this to me Take what's mine, take what's mine, mine... Take what's mine, take what's mine, take
state for the drive-by caps peel from the gangstas in my hood ya better use that nina 'cause that deuce-deuce ain't no good and umm I'm taking up a hobby
state for the drive-by Caps peel from the gangstas in my hood Ya better use that nina 'cause that deuce-deuce ain't no good And umm, I'm taking up a hobby
we wake up we'll leave town There ain't any flat man but if you are a black man they'll put you on a plane back from where you're from We'll sleep out
ten big bills and I say Charlie old buddy I know how it feels this aint my first trip to rooster hill It's sunday morning back here on the farm things