like me, never knew how to backtrack I open up doors in fact.... I see guys and girls dancin, open up my flows at random There's no retreat, hold
smoke this one cig in peace Some days I don't wanna be bothered Some days I just miss my father Some days I just miss my father Some days I wanna relapse
I'm playing them games with little spiders Sometimes I'm spraying the trains with the dope outsiders These days I'm hiding in my crazy lies These days
the days and the nights pass me by I've been seeing the road signs And white lines are in my eyes Hands on the wheel with my radio on This is pony boy
overall and hands Is all that's left, all left for me Better late than never Here come the sunny days You keep your eyes wide open And all I say is Yes
your squad but I'm not from the bronx One of those things I'm carrying that long You ain't know I don't play the radio homes The Radio play every song
call my tire niggas a wop Though their papers ain't right, but they got weight on the block I love 'em uh Hand to hand, see your hands ache I drunk so
in the full upright position Ah ha ha ha Ah ha ha Ahhhh So I crawled from the twisted, burnin' wreckage I crawled on my hands and knees for three full days
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E-40] The Bay Area, fuckers, we pop em Open you up if you got a problem Up top, born in Cali-forn-ia Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice
blood [Verse 17: E-40] The Bay Area, f**kers we proper Open you up if you got a problem Uh uh, born in California Clean your clock, open your can of
Yes Sir, I Will" The door stands open - Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night. <a href="http://www.testimania
You got the Trees so we can get high? - I Quit Your names Canibus - So what da Fuck that means Can-I-Bus is the emcee not weed Hand Radio?: Check Map
perch proud on your porch anticipating the day with the bible and the loaded exit and that's what you get Provachi sat and fasted for forty five days
A cat like me, never knew how to backtrack I open up doors in fact.... I see guys and girls dancin, open up my flows at random There's no retreat, hold
Radio check check Video check check This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next next
fire all twisted metal stretching upwards everything washed in a thin orange haze i said: "kiss me, you're beautiful - these are truly the last days" you grabbed my hand
Now a days everybody wanna talk But nothing comes out when they moving they lips Just a bunch of jibberish And muthafuckers act like Eminem ain't