Verse 1. Temptation came knockin this is what he said. Come inside and ride it's time to flow your head. I got pictures of all your dreams. I got the inside track to all your pleasure filled screams.
[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 would share.
Southern Accent. (I.Martin/ D.Thomas/ A.Martinez). . Verse 1. Sure as the hurra smoke buddha after searchin your ride. Sure as you ain't even tripin cause they lettin you slide.
[Verse 1]. I see them punk putos they coolin' by the lockers. Sellin' crystal to their women fine freaks turned flaca. Your lady say she love you but you locked inside.
Chorus 2X. 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's.
Ooh.... ooooh... . tengo ganas de verte muy cerca. Why te vine a buscar. Ya se bien que perdia perdida. Why se bien que olvidaste mi amor. Pero tuve ganas de verte muy cerca.
Check it out now. Hey, hey, troop style's hard to find. I sit where we sit, it's time to go for mine. See I remain in place wit shit so funky. You could bite for days, my shit remains crunchy.
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 wound.
In this little session of the promised land. Where I lounge wit' my homies and I'm freakin' my friend. I gots the 6-shoota' down by my side, sittin' in the ride.
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'.
[Verse 1]. 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, Aaah, I hear a fat beat ballin'.
[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 Ancient.
Come on, man, give me a dime. I got fienders for flavours of beats and rhymes. My brains gettin' heavy, I feel mad rejection. I feel the rushin' of your funk injection.
[Verse 1]. 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 the sun still shines tomorrow.
Here comes the horns.... . (Verse 1). . Step back when I bring the swing. Like the american pastime. That alow deliver to stack up black night. Makin' all funky like a futa.
[Ives]. 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 cards.
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 meet a quota take a trip get bent.
[0:15.540] Verse 1:. [0:18.150] City suburbs anyplace where the drums heard. [0:20.120] Whether you is above ground or down under. [0:22.180] I came here to bring a cold room summer.
[Verse 1]. I'm predisposed for abuse I can take it so bring the pain steady. The thunder clouds they gonna open and let it rain heavy. I'm bringin' storms full of hail stones cyclones turning.
[Verse 1]. This be for the hard-core O.G. real funk fans. The ones that pumpin' up the party. Jump and shake your hands. And let your joint blaze smoke up and get a little higher.