to the rain And the wind Tell me the trouble Tell once to my ear Turn, turn, turn again Juliet prison And ninety-nine years Turn, turn to the rain And
't do The best is barely good enough And if that's it then I can't go with you Just the other night I played a concert in Atlanta And there she was,
t no niggas in the world more thorough than this (Bust off) And sit the hot barrel dead on your lips Like 2 thirds of a brick (Paniero and 'Kiss) And
announce my self with gasps and screams Before black and white supremacy, heisted my innocence I was living out life behind the picket fence Happy go lucky scared of no one
never heard what my parents had to say Don't do this and do that well In one ear and out the other Give me someone I can trust several Opportunities have passed
I was eighteen Then most people go through before they thirty I'm from the motherfucking dirty ( dirtyyy ) Trouble-maker, hard-headed motherfucker In one ear and out the other
at first One looked disappointed and one looked hurt But her trifelin' ass went and made shit worse She reached down, pulled a few of those out her purse
to get whatever it takes to get the motherfucking job done" (Blaze) There is one patch made of gravel and cobblestone Filled with paying dues and laced
on stardom Forgot the passion plus the hatred, both were based in Carbon Next time you wanna be a hero try saving somethin other than hip-hop And maybe
home Left her feeling like a chewed on bone and why, she wondered And one chick who dug moving about Very liberal minded and of' spoke out How she was cool and
our respect? The raising of a fist, like a trigger of a gun. Stop and see we're all alike, and we can dance as one. I walked into the room, and she
it's hot (x3) And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like it's hot (x3) I got the rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon And I roll the best weed cause
returned Well, I don't need a doctor to figure it out I know what's passing me by When I look in the mirror sometimes I see Traces of some other guy
the very first time That was rad We saw Bon Jovi, we sat in the front row I pierced your ear right before the show We stole your brother's beer And he
one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One taste of you my Magdalena
And all That Jazz [Announcer] Make that two) [Velma Kelly] And all that jazz And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And all that
give loc some space And quite the bullshit you're yellin in my face I got one life to live and I'm goin out smoking So fuck what you say and the people