Passing over Passing over Time runs through you Time to move on No more hiding No more holding No more searching Searching for peace Let it go, let
"bow!" Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow!" See him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner, fuck yo' crouch, Rick James
It's a test of time It's a real good sign Let the sun run down right behind the hill I know how to stand there still till the moon rise up Right behind
There's a pale horse comin' I'm gonna ride it I'll rise in the morning My fate decided I'm a dead man walkin' I'm a dead man walkin' In St. James Parish
thing go pop everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop you see him standing on the furniture doing his thing tell the club owner, fuck yo' crouch, Rick James
racing That show about undertaking Larry King To "24" to "Law And Order" The Weather Channel's boring like "60 Minutes"'s ancient reporters Next up on "E! True Hollywood Story" The rise
off your get off your mustang, Sally If you don't shake it up, baby, shake it up, baby" Twist and shout, oh what I could will a radio here James Brown
#1 (Wally Remix) f/ Clipse, The Posta Boy [*scratched*] "Rising to the top" "Number one" [Intro - Nelly] {*w/ ad-libs*} Oh let's go! Derrty ENT! Nigga
got ta show you how the West coast rocks No razor blades, in my mouth, just a glock And I'm hittin you up, with that W-S The sun, rises in the East, but
walls, a sea with no name Where you lie adrift with the heroes of the devil's arcade You sleep and you dream, your buddies Charlie and James And wake
's a pale horse coming And I'm going to ride it I'll rise in the morning My fate decided I'm a dead man walking I'm a dead man walking In st james' parish
from the outside Be safe when you come in Cause death'll leave ya mouth wide Soul, legs and the body Spirit from me now, rise I arrive to take lives
and make us realize all night it's over When you walk away from me there is no place to put my hand Except to shade my eyes against the sun that rises
lose And the winner is platinum P. Miller shoes In the summer is a CL5, Im so alive Eyes wide open when them dos start to rise Im on another level iced
, the Tech's straight killin' hataz When it gets rock, the sex rates 10, I made her sit on this jock Spits quick game innovator chick generator Quick trip James
I got ta show you how the west coast rocks No razor blades in my mouth, just a glock And I'm hittin' you up, with that W S The sun rises in the east
I'm writing my name upon your corpse it's a signing, There's hoards of them vibing, smiling at the thought of us dying, The water that's rising ain't
