him and want him to change He says that he'll really try Hear, how often you hear as he's closing the door And softly you say goodbye Come again Come again
us again. He said all life he'd been searchin' for a way to find the clue That love will turn the fear to hope, skies of grey to blue. "Let the miracle come
Chorus: The Game + JT] Compton to Fillmore here we go again In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang Compton to Fillmore here we go again In
it (huhuh) [Chorus] Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you (What ya gonna do) Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you (
say I ain't spiritual! (uh-huh!) They act like they know God better than me I know God Allah he used to pump crack up the street. (come on!) Allah O Akbar
friend, I'll come back and hit it again (And hit it again...) And again, and again, and again (Again and again...) Don't go away (Yeah... Come on girl
sheet Front on me try to run from me hollows be up your back b! Pistol pop, dime for dime, burn baby burn Revolver spinnin again and again you niggas
that I'm just so fuckin exciting Steadily cordial like this killa 'posed to And I wish you would really come try to test me You break bread with niggaz
Me; A Real Nigga With The T-H-C, And No G-H-B These Are The Last Days Roll Me To Sleep Come On, Come On I'm Blowing Up, I'm Blowing Up, I'm Blowing
and your crime Children with kids, and people with parents Anywhich way there?s no past and no presence When the day comes and all of them bums Will reveal enchanting persons Come
will always be these moments, when you can turn to me again; Another rainbow to follow with you, Another crazy dream that just might come true, 'Cos
: Warm the wine and give it to me one more time again I'm just a rolling stone who needs a drop of rain And to taste your honey, Mona is like licking
see him, damn Baby you look good you're giving me wood You should pull over like a sweat shirt with a hood [? ] you and me both Break bread while I'm
and sick Cause ain't nobody coming by the house giving free shit So he gettin kinda skinny and my brother's almost dead Got no other choice but for milk and bread
: Make my bed out of Wonder Bread, spread some mustard upon my head. I don't want no onions or sauerkraut, mamma, hold on to the bun baby, work it on
me back Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I'm in
back Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I'm in, Boeing
