We're all searching for someone. 'Cause we can't find ourselves. We all are the same. With these feelings our hearts are brave. . Why can't you see? Why can't you see?.
When I gaze into those pearly blues. The dried up piece that I once knew. Haunts me from our past. . It's like a sickness that you can't delude. There's nothing more to hold onto.
The fire that burns in the hall of the slain. Is the wrath of the speargod himself. The allseing father. God of gods, for wisdom he gave his eye. . Betrayers will burn, betrayers will die.
In the filth of your failure, still suppresive. The overlord's standing supreme. Wounded through time, still it's breeding. Your beckon call ignored. .
Come clean on the white bikini sand. Hold me on the white bikini sand. . I wish you would. . It's high noon all around. It's hard to spot the villain and the clown.
The time is near and all around I felt. The lament and scream of Draita. Dreaming his rage my mind is so tired and faded. I'm sure I can't turn the page.
I can't forget a dream, you own a question, it's a body. You can make me cry, you have a right, I can see you live. I can't forget you die, you own a question, it's a garden.
Now, I walk alone. Letting out my fears and nightmares. Now, I loosen up. Knowing that my guilt is all gone. . I raise the look, and I see, a full road of light.
[Chorus: Project Pat]. . Wonabee wonabee. Everybody wonabee. Like a young G. Gold teeth, drinkin' Hennessy. Slang a ounce, to a bird. In the street, like the curb.
Wolf, wolf all you want run yo mouth in da street. But ya ain't gon fuck with a picture of me. I don't give a mother fuck if you 100 deep. But ya ain't gon fuck with a picture of me.
Hoe, kill that nigga, hoe!. . ....w-w-w-w-will blast if a...... three six mafia, mafia.... ....w-w-w-w-will blast if a...... three six mafia, mafia....
Who run it, who run it, who run it, who run it, who run it. Who run it, who run it, who run it, who run it, who run it. Who run it, who run it, who run it, who run it, who run it.
[Don P]. Ay, yea. Trillville. Yeah Lil Wyte nigga. Hypnotize. Y'all better get that shit right nigga. We don't give a fuck tonight nigga. Ay, y'all niggaz don't know who the fuck I is, do you?.
(Juicy J). Yeah Juicy J in the house with my nigga Project motherfuckin' Pat. Lettin' you niggas know about respect. You know what I'm sayin. We gets respect off in these motherfuckin' streets.
Who da fuck you playin' wit. Nigga get hard boy or get smacked like a bitch. Bitch get hard hoe or get whooped like a nigga. . Oh shit, they done fucked up unleashed the beast.
I felt the need for the weed. The smoke of game they set the cheese. Just for me the [unverified] purity. The D to the U da da da d. . The weed get me shotgun.
Chorus. I represent where them killaz hang. . (Lord Infamous). The ganja I'm chokin'. The laws'll get broken. The pussies are open. The killas is scopin'.
Hey man, put the needle on the record man. Let's bump some of this motherfucking Crunchy Black. This shit bump dog. . This motherfucking room static, I can't take static.
Where is da bud, where is da bud. Where is da bud, where is da bud. Where is da bud, where is da bud. Where is da bud, where is da bud. . Koopsta Knicca he lookin' for da bud.
Does it real good. Does it real good. . Now when I pull up at the club I'm lookin' so clean. Se-se-seventy-seven cut, dog painted lime green. T-t-today I'm married and my wife don't play.