I was younger I used to sit around and think about you And though I'm older I still wonder Where you are and do you think about me Though the road has
he bleed, he shoulda never fucked around with a sick-ass nigga like me They call my name out and niggaz run, best be prepared for the Outlawz, here
and I twist up the lime I've been on the road like a Seminole warrior Passing up the tales like the one they wrote the story for Reside West Coast from
I'm gonna definitely do my best to reach out (to the kids) hommies on the block (citizens) hustlers on lock (what it is) the music bizz wont stop or change me (east coast
Budden:] Jets and movers, cess-poolers, meth abusers You step to us, text rugers to respect the shooters My men think in sync, roll with the best crew
last night, you break with the past tonight. I hope you find some beach house on the coast out there with plenty of light. Cause I know the road is very
get away You better beware there Johnny There's a monkey on your back Johnny thought he'd do something clever Turning south on the old Coast Road Pushing
soft shadows on the water in the night. A thin moon slips behind them as they pull the net with no betraying light. And later on the coast road, I
Mama's homemade dress Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough. And I was standin' on the side of the road Rain fallin' on my shoes Heading out for the East Coast
crawl gon turn up that dial and make they heads all nodd like a bobble head doll, Bendin corners up and down wayside, From greens road to that antoine
to make a dime, I keep that paper on my mind I was born blind, but now I see the road to riches It's a long road, full of hurdles potholes and ditches