Tradução: Años pasados, la. Free'r.
Fell asleep in a bathtub full of dirty bubble dreams and I woke up on the other side of the world. Slipped beneath the surface of an unrelenting stream
right route Gang violence needs to be wiped out A-l-m-i-g-h-ty C and E-z-i-r-e We see the f-u-t-u-r-e Should be a positive thang Body & Soul and you,
drinks But lookin back now shoulda gone to the crib And rented "Gone With the Wind," cause I'da gone about 10 But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone
Make you shake your rump No dick or fee tellin' me this is what you want Baselines and snares that will make you funk Intimidated by his 14 year old
cause there's nothing God can't achieve I don't care what the problem in your life may be Cause who the Son sets free, is free indeed And if you didn'
froze R.I.P [Incomprehensible] You know I miss you more then Shaq miss free throws, that's alot You put it back in the air, when the wee's gone Reminiscing
, a 50 gat to your dome That nigga on the mic str-8 gone *repeat* Huh, so I guess I earned the title 'OG' Been down for ten years, this my fifth Lp I
for the tears He gave you hard times over hard rhymes for years Shattered your career like an uncomfortable thong twisted in your rear He was eight years
can see the sunshine (Somewhere beyond the clouds) I feel Heaven, yeah (Heaven is over me) Come on and set me free, whoa Now in the midst of my battle All hope was gone
settle? will i find peace in time, in the face of growing old? to all the years full of untold stories futures free of isolation to all those gone who
I had gone on my instincts And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks But lookin' back now shoulda gone to the crib And rented 'Gone with the Wind', 'cause I'da gone
runneth over The same niggaz I ball with I fall with On some Southern draw shit Rookie of the year 0 6, Chris Paul shit D.R., CJ & Po I see y'
' on the road, goin' to do show after show My mind free and my eyes closed I go back to Ridge Road R I D to the G to the E R O A D This 850 life is all
Erectus already on the CD player And I just push that remote button to sublimity And listen to the sweet sculptural rhythms of Charles Mingus And J.R.
x It's on da map (uh huh, yeah!) Verse 2: Pastor Troy I pump slugs, please do not play with me I promise you gone see a place that you gone hate to
Jack you're swingin' make you shake your rump No dick or fee tellin' me this is what you want Baselines and snares that will make you funk Intimidated by his 14 year
! Yeah, hero time, yeah, time to shine, hey, hero time! if ya think you've got 100 years to mess around: you're wrong! this time it's real, y o u r t
