! I'm just making memories, good times or bad, (I'm making, I'm making) I'm just making memories, you're the best that I've had. I'm just making memories
Tradução: Negro. Sólo Making Memories.
one day And runnin from the police, that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside And even as a crack fiend, mama You always was a black queen
celebrate my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker [Chorus] [2Pac] And still I'm havin memories
black male's trapped And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that it's a million motherfuckers stressin just
And runnin from the police, that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside And even as a crack fiend, mama You always was a black queen, mama
can die smokin Go to the funeral, My homie's dead, He passed away Got caught up in the wrong place, Got blasted hey It's just anotha part of bein black
a illegitimate prick in it And I swear to god, oh my and the devil and the angels ain't missin' shit Broad as the eye can see A black one will rise, and
sundown fatherless showdown Gun hip swollen lip bottle sip yeah i suck dick Loose grip on gravity falls sky blinding crumbling walls River sweep away my memories
, make em wish I died Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door And all my memories, of seein brothers
my friends That passed on with every forty ounce the memory will last on Black Man Muzzle, Mike Lee and Suavey D The three MC's will always live in my memories
you let go Twisting hearts oh how we bleed them How am I supposed to throw Memories from where I keep them Words will only make us slow We are brave on
since my days you rock vest just to push your range No doubt about it We grew up in the cloud Read up in your magazine just to see what were about Peep
ndoobe doobedood'ndoobe doobedood'ndoo I love you, yes I do Doobedood'ndoo I just started living The day you started giving your love to me And now music feels my soul It sounds just
through the fog walking through the fog Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog walking through the fog I see my memories in black
through the fog walking through the fog Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog walking through the fog I see my memories in black and