me fly high with the birds And i know that we may not see eachother again But you'll make someone happy And i'll go back to being blue again There
in my Cammo Standin in back of me was my soul Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank roll Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold A tar can of hos
paint this picture For the city It's been my home for about two decades Folks rock T and C to their tele teles Always rep LA On they white and blue cap
the rivers The dust and the mud All of us understand This land gets in your blood The sight of the blue gums And black cockatoos White snow Kosciusko Red rock
Beat Street Breakdown, Raah! Hip Hop! Beat Street The king of the beat You see him rocking that beat from across the street And Huh Huh! Beat Street
razor blades I'm creepin over the fence crawlin through your back yard My mind states intense Savage penetration on the rocks with a twist Now scream
blades I'm creepin over the fence crawlin through your back yard my mind states intense savage penetration on the rocks with a twist now scream and
my Cammo Standin' in back of me was my soul Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank roll Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold A tar can of hos
We got many psychopathic ninjas on this track Choppin off wigs like a flyin guillotine attack Jumpsteady, a shocker, rockin the blue blockers A Bruce
'Cause some be playin' the wall, hatin' it all Prayin' I take the fall, but they small This, it can't stop like Shaq with the rock I can stand in the
Ride with my shotgun, rock with son Heads bop to the drums, still shocked and stunned Comin' live y'all, gangsta like white walls On the blue Snoop
I don't give a fuck now" [The so-ciety game returns] "As a clever nigga, nuttin to play with" "Thank god he blew breath in my lungs" [Urban wars] "I was
, bloody blue I call him Billy Blad His teeth cut, he's got tattoos yeah Don't call the doctor Don't call the priest I need some rock 'n' roll To live
used to being alone? I don't think they'll come a day When all my troubles decay Cos i am used to feeling blue All of this is down to you I don
some half and half of an 8-ball, you can get that Fuck with Little Rodney and you'll get all of your ribs cracked In a location where slanging crack rock
paint this picture For the city It's been my home for about two decades Folks rock T and C to their tele teles Always rep LA On they white and blue
the bail though I had a 'bout So I exchanged it for some apple juice I had the blues but I shook them loose A jeep is blasting from the urban streets
a box, the urban dude. I'm Mr. Festivals, Coachella, Bonaru They never really understood what I was trying to do, And had me feeling Miles Davis kinda blue
