blanketing mine. I wouldn't waste our time. Yeah, I'll say it. I think about how swell it would be to say you're my girlfriend. Your hair-tie wraps
you know me and when we're close it's never too close. Solution; Are you the gambling type? Lets flip a coin; heads we'll be together and tails we'
that I've got I'm not part of the in crowd I don't have tight jeans or band shirts I'm just the boy who sits next to you on the bus We trade glances It
Thumbs up to zippers down. I want to see your clothes on the floor. I never wanted to say that I wanted this. Now we can hear them passing. I find
noses now they collide. This is everything I've wanted. We're weightless. We're so in our own world. So tell me why we're lost and not together.
Don't listen to what they say. They're jealous, but it's ok. It'll be me you wake next to each day, and when they're shaking their heads just turn
And you say, yeah, fuck the police And all the homies on the streets is all about peace And it's drivin' the cops crazy But ain't nuttin' but a black thing
get slapped dont do that you been talkin behind my back dont do that steady runnin off at the trap dont do that you want me to say something back dont do
only criticise yet offer Nothing new solutions? Ideas? No, just raked up shit What a clever thing to do We must strive on for what we know is right We
't want to be y'all, when we see y'all I'm settin' it Niggas on my dick so much I brought a saddle We can take it to the streets (Word up, word up) Bring
We are changes in the weather We are snowflakes in July We are women grown together We are men who easily cry We are words not quickly spoken We're
we got for ya I make a motherfucker doctor ya See, it ain't all about records We run the motherfuckin' streets in Houston, Texas We mobilize and we
they leather Statens sick and we cant get no better Police trap, we get away too clever Lyrics jotted down on paper causes terror- Give em what we been
if we had the same father, but I always dismissed that idea as my mother was far too religious, my father as well, to ever even think of such a thing
not for the good. She was opinionated, uneducated, sometimes prejudiced, overbearing, believed everything she read, true or not, and when it came to religion was over-zealous to say
hard as concrete Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite! So what you wanna do? The narrator RBX, cell block two [Verse Three: The Lady of Rage] Rage
together? Stop the fighting (Make the change) Because we're all in the same gang [Dr. Dre & MC Ren] Yo, we're not here to preach because we're not ministers We
through some, you been through some but we can't let it stop us (can't stop) life stumbling blocks can't do nothing with us man (nothing) we gotta keep