find a way, I'll find a way) I'll put it all on the line, hey Find a way to the light [Chorus] Why's there gotta be a test on every breath I'm holding
lost) [Chorus] She can't find her way She can't find her way She can't find her way She can't find her way She can't find her way [Game - Verse 3] Thats
: I'll be by your side yeah (uh huh) I'll always find a way (I had to do this) Sure will I love too much Oh by the way the gang is in the building L
a little dough I'm 'gon fuck If money ain't a thang I'm sayin let a bitch know Typed to empty a account, how far you willin to go (TURN IT UP!!) NOW HE
disappear just like a ghost It's not like mi a brag or mi a boast But mi have my own a source, see di report, dem always keep mi posted [Verse 4: Yung
tight rhymes and haters get a black eye, from 7 (actually 6 1/2) crazy white guys. I'm just a guy in a band with a mic in my hand who decided to rap
a tree back when it was J.T. And now Undead will get props for the rest of our lifes, and thats like getting a permanent high five. Cause people like
now he got nuttin but hatred and foes Five-double-oh's, hoes so deep He the type of nigga that got it and break down a key Remember me? J to the A, R
3:] It's me a runnin down in J-A Twenty thousand pounds of Ses on the ship headin straight for the bay, yo Well I'm a check the rice around the weed
hand Bring a other Caddy and a tribal j-j-j-jam But yet I'm judged, leather prophet and all that Still a pimp, with a crown and a Yankee hat And yet they
's up Gangsta and a gentleman, dawg I got class, I'ma send a bunch a roses to your men in tha morgue I'll be down south bendin' a whore, pretendin' I
[J-Kwon:] Ohhhhhhh J-Kwon New hot music Let?s go I mean you never Ever,Ever, Ever,Ever Ever gonna find another one like me. [Chorus: Joel Madden] Don
you, this goes out to you This goes out to you, this goes out to you This goes out to you, this goes out to you Some people sleep five to a bed Three
to hit the turfs With a bag of tapes puttin' in work, biatch In '83 you hit a house party A dolla' get you in and a dolla' fo' a drink I'm on the turntable
nigga named J.J. Out on a double date, just sippin on Kool-Aid Now umm, ain't no need for me to pretenda like my date was all that like J.J.'s boo-boo
won't quit it Homie, it's a new era, middle finger to the suit-wearers Lemme show you how to move in a room For the dudes that don't got a fuckin' clue
And I still find new ways to recognize shine It's like light gets better with age The way a song sounds better on stage And rhyme books get better with
