Rebuilding Lyrics - World Party - Goodie Mob

You see a buffoon, caught up in your own cocoon 

Leave your head rest maroon 

Drunk heavy in the side street saloon 

Till I figured it out, to the 3rd degree 

I'm the Milli in the meter 

I'm the gram up in the kilo 

I'm the wave up in the ocean 

The C up in the coast and the B up in the Boston 

So what you looking for or looking at now 

You ain't got what you gotta shake 

Caught it on the sidewalk fake 

I gets down, further digging down 

Hurt for the red dirt at the same time 

Hit rewind if your ass didn't hear me clear 

Hit rewind if your ass didn't hear me clear 

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My old hood could use a little rebuilding 

A better place for these ghetto children 

I ain't gonna let 'em take the O out my JOY 

Before you can rebuild, you've got to destroy 

And these walls gonna come tumbling down 

These walls gonna come tumbling down 

Well, I remember when, I was slanging nothing but weed 

I ain't round here that can't tell you about me 

Fortunately I done changed the way I used to be 

When so many didn't have an alternative to see 

Music saved my life and now I'll never forget it 

Thats why I try to glorify God with it 

But it still remains, its in my veins 

I know that I'ma sin, I just hope he'll forgive me again 

Okay, I'm right and wrong in the same day 

And it's always gonna be someone who'll see it the same way 

And if I react, who was that guy to blame, hey 

You fuck with me, I fuck with you thats how the game played 

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I had a choice to let it go, but if you don't let it go 

Then I ain't got no choice no more 

Two lives gone to waste, one dead and the other caught a case 

With 50 years to face I'm raising ghosts, I'm rebuilding 

My old hood could use a little rebuilding 

A better place for these ghetto children 

I ain't gonna let 'em take the O out my JOY 

Before you can rebuild, you've got to destroy 

And these walls gonna come tumbling down 

These walls gonna come tumbling down 

I'm so tired of my people not knowing what we doing to ourselves 

And we blame it on them but we stuck in the same frame 

Trapped inside a mental instrumental bond 

Hoping to run but theres a gun, what could you really do 

Everybody new kicking the old to the floor 

But now its more shit, crooked, shady, talking 'bout the president 

He's fucking other ladies, blowing up spots we supposed to hit 

And casually they spreading billions to the little children overseas 

Niggas moving G's, I'm on my knees praying god please 

A nigga just wanna eat and sleep 

With my gun in my own little world and raise my little kids 

Doing the best I can nigga 

Shit, look who talking now 

You gots to crawl before you walk, oh don't follow to close 

Where I think you might stop we all can see that the grass 

Is the same color on the other side of the fence 

Give thanks, people thank alarm clocks, wake 'em up 

Every morning brother I gotta stay prayed up 

'Cause the pistol ain't gonna save my life when it's time to go 

Its just in case I get a chance to retaliate 

I used ain't have nothing positive to say 

Doing my little five minutes of fame 

Who done forget from which they came 

Acknowledge his name, Lord, you've been so good to me 

Better than I've been to myself keep us in good health 

The white mans food makes my stomach upchuck 

But I gots to be strong, to defeat my enemies 

For the kill, MAC's in your side 

Judging buildings, they can't be no playgrounds for these children 

My old hood could use a little rebuilding 

A better place for these ghetto children 

I ain't gonna let 'em take the O out my JOY 

Before you can rebuild, you've got to destroy 

And these walls gonna come tumbling down 

These walls gonna come tumbling down