for sending me a man who i could really love if only i could convince you to feel the same way we could be so very happy each and every day each and every day each and every day
power to reach each nigga on every street May the Heavenly Father look down and be proud of what transpired since the day the seed was planted The
a place for me kid Ain't nuttin changed -- still _Party and Bullshit_ We used to +Fuck R&B Bitches+ and see who rhyme sickest For every hit you made,
May just crack and break With the changes you will confront With each gift that you share You may heal and repair With each choice you make You may help someone's day
coast And fuck everybody on the East Eat shit and die Or fuck off at least Fuck pre-schoolers, fuck rulers Kings and queens and gold jewelers Fuck wine
power to reach Each nigga on every street May the Heavenly Father look down and be proud Of what transpired since the day the seed was planted The G
don't want to mark each other's card Except the one you need I need you and your returns to help Build my company My twins work Brighton on a sunny day
crack and break With the changes you will confront With each gift that you share You may heal and repair With each choice that you make You may help someone's day
crack and break With the changes you will confront With each gift that you share You may heal and repair With each choice you make You may help someone's day
now, keep a place for me kid Ain't nuttin' changed still, party and bullshit We used to fuck R&B bitches and see who rhyme sickest For every hit you
cup of gin And then I'll rap my shit again A mothafuckin once again [Chorus: OFI] Each and every day We be liven it up West Coast South Side We be tossin
made ya look Chorus: [E-40] x2 The land of the hustlas and slick choppas Ambulance gurneys and helicopters Gangstas and playas and street ballas Game
hard to sustained And after years of money and fame they relinquished their brain We supposed them from day one, the east coast was flourishing Had love for hip hop and
just crack and break With the changes you will confront With each gift that you share You may heal and repair With each choice you make You may help someone's day
keep a place for me kid Ain't nuttin changed -- still _Party and Bullshit_ We used to +Fuck R&B Bitches+ and see who rhyme sickest For every hit you made
don't want to mark each other's card Except the one you need I need you and your returns to help Build my company. My twins work Brighton on a sunny day
