when I say Today is the day And I'm on my way See you when you're wandering by And you still catch my eye Blow my mind Cause my face you won't regognize
Laguna Hills you were born and raised But you're claimin South Central's where you spent your days Comin out hard talkin crazy shit Knowin in your mind
: I'm up and I'm allright Push on with all my might got to find a way to get away today Because I am the man What? I am the man What? Who's the
free So you get the feeling that I waste another day Now I got the feeling that I'm not the only one If you think about it, it's a waste of mind cause
she makes me feel free With one look she knows just what I need And i've found that she's got me bound Cause she's the only one that my mind surrounds
comes my chance, should I (swing) So, so, so Step to the side, swallow your pride, ignorance breeds more laws to abide Ideal in your mind, expectation
got rid of me (What kid, what) I talk too much and all I care about is me (What kid, what) I'm back again I'm here to waste my time and yours (What kid
that make your minds move Check out the lights that make the new patterns Check out the beats and the rhymes that make us phatter Chorus Check out the Zebrahead
today God damn! Here it comes again My friend - I'll stay to the end But I need some room so that I can get in This place It's all a waste Your
: On track Never look back When bad times seem to distract You got to make your way, don?t you know that Don?t? wait Till it?s too late Got to
the lad of rhyming Lost all my money but the sun is shining Four diggy days in the land of rhyming Drunk off of wine and my mind is flying Repeat Chorus
: You are my leading lady, and I really wanted to say that you have some fine moves baby I hope that we can Groove again someday and I can?t forget
: Kick it Microphone check one, two got to run Cause everything's money and son I got none so I got to put my time in rhyme in With my crew kicking
with my flip flops, past all the cops just chilling in the donut shops For no other reason, no it ain't treason, just coming up cause this is the zebrahead
of rhyming Lost all my money but the sun is shining Four diggy days in the land of rhyming Drunk off of wine and my mind is flying Four diggy days in
Hills you were born and raised But you're claiming South Central is where you spent your days Coming out hard talking crazy shit Knowing in your mind
way today God damn! Here it comes again My friend I'll stay to the end But I need some room so that I can get in This place It?s all a waste Your energy
I'm up and I'm alright Push on with all my might Got to find a way to get away today Because I am the man What I am the man What Who's the man Try to
