sound, you know. Please forget all of my swings Or his tie me up's Three words could never Make this much trouble Or so I thought. Pre-Chorus: And memorize this
Verse 1: Drown me out with your headphones This is what it's like when you're This is what it's like when you're (Drowning, Can't hear me scream) Heart
me know it Bridge 1: Are we not alone From tragedy Can I pray from home And hear the ring Is this the face that Once had let me in Is this the place
I'm center stage And serious Three-to-one, And left some lungs With rot and rust Well I said ?Keep the positive and push' This line was never meant for this
? This shirt cost $20" I said, "Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!" The next half hour was the same old thing My mother buying me clothes from
the player that was right for you Now you met the Ice baby, and your dreams came true [Outro] Yeah baby, we gonna do a lot of beautiful things for each other
This shirt cost twenty dollars" I said, "Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar" The next half hour was the same old thing My mother buying me clothes from
from the evil demons In between us, came between us I know you hate me, don't you? I bet you sittin', wish my time never came You probably rather see
ride them thighs I ain't never been one to make no girly songs But I'll be up in this chick 'til the early morn' Mighta came with some Temples but those
Do the old school, do the old school I'm from the old school, do the old school Old school do the old school I'm from the old school Yeah old school
'm sayin'? I'm talkin' to George Clinton, Bootsy Collins My nigga Suga Foot and Diamond from the Ohio Players I'm talkin' to James Brown We know where the funk came from
to church and can't pray in school Listen real close to what I'm sayin' fool I know kids who went to school together Now they all grown up, tryin' to
some mack shit for your ass, boy Fuck him up, Short Get in where you fit in, fool You was a mark up at the high school Now you're hardcore like CB4
all, so don't even trip You gets no love from East Oakland, bitch Got sprung, even though it's not legal A young black man livin like rich people I got this game from
all the props Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my Visa I heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser And a Too $hort fan, faithfully When I came
' Rollin' in a drop-top straight high-sidin' On you, boy, I'm poppin' the most I come from Oakland, don't play me close 'Cause I'm a player, love to play this
"This afternoon we want to talk about" "Now I want you brothers to dig where we coming from" [WC] Five yers ago when I was in high school No bills to
;From pups to mutts, we came up, Westside hustlers You couldn't stop us, no matter what you told us Starched Curduroys with the fresh peachy folders Washington High School