Would you just say something Please just anything? Because I can't stand That look on your face We're in over our heads We're in over our heads, she said
neighborhood's a shooting gallery Because of crack dealing scum Another kid blown away Thirteen years young What's your pleasure, what drugs did you do today? Because of your habit
how you need me when you're lonely The thought of losing me tears you apart When you need love you think of just me only But I'm sure it's more from habit
ooh.... ooooh.. tengo ganas de verte muy cerca y te vine a buscar ya se bien que perdia perdida y se bien que olvidaste mi amor pero tuve ganas de verte
Now here's a little city that's about 3 miles Outside of everybody's outskirts and principal This here's a place where all our minds get spent Self-destruction
This one goes out to big Duke and sick Jack Sporty and them Street Platoon vatos sick syde's back With the type of stuff they bumpin' six-duce's and Cadillac
Es la vida quatro vente pistos pointed Botella empty first ten rows annointed The fiesta's poppin and all fingers pointed Irie eyed vatos got the whole
[Ives] Somebody said that there was bud here I'm kinda broke so I hope they're spreadin love here You know that if I had some herbals you know that I
I wanna be remembered as a boulevard star Life of ink in flesh and mind scars Everyday I walk shadowed by cell bars Hustle is hand to mouth and chance
I once heard a man say, "Now hey what be your fate?" Wanna laugh with the sinners or cry with the saints Simple and plain refrain or sustain in vain battle
[Kemo] Looks complicated, huh, but when the sound comes Significant percussion feel rush crush the round drum And keep in tempo with the cries of the
shit makin' moves yes but never the less The gloomy West wanna put me to the test Still these pop quizzes I'm passin' with flyin' colors And these nasty habits
Yeah I fetch my brazos hardcore down from the click-hi Who's that - emanatin' funk through the speaker Bass gets to pumpin' rucka's get to pumpin' Who
has Sometimes it makes me feel like a psychopath I put it on tape and you know I won't lie I'll be down with the Habits even after I die [Chorus
like the weels Can't loco with sprees, Marco Polo, ha, you can't see me Ha, you can't beat me, fool, is so easy Delinquent Habits' little sun for the
Once again it's me, one of the three delinquents Seems let loose from the noose, now it's time to make G's Oooh, aah, I hear a fat beat ballin' Lordy,
[Verse 1] Somebody's knockin' on the door somebody's ringin' the bell Somebody's knockin' on the door and we got em all scared as hell But you ain'
I've often wondered how long it's gonna take me In this world until the good Lord shake me And to the man I put up with mad sorrow But I learned soon