Lyrics:
Well, I was born on a dead end street
I'm cold-blooded but I always felt the heat
All my friends are dead and gone
If there's a hell, I'm one
I'mI'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten, and children listen
To hear the sleigh bells in
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
crazy in this thing we call love
The love that we got that we just can't give up
I'm reaching out for you tell me
I'm over board and I need your love
Yeah, you may think that I'm a zero
But, hey, everyone you wanna be
Probably started off like me
You may say that I'm a freak show (I don't care)
We woke up late, said goodbye
Now I'm standing outside on the street
I walk through the city
I'm laughing, bouquets staring down at my feet
of fun
(You know what I'm talking 'bout)
'Cause I'm a freak for sexy lingerie
Wearing a teddy and a thong, the high strung lace
Sew on that garter,
My eyes are open wide
By the way I made it through the day
I watch the world outside
By the way I'm leaving out today
I just saw Haley's Comet,
and strippers
I know I'm kinda wild
Like the gangstas and strippers
Its bout time u find out
All I fuck wit is gangstas and strippers
I dont blow no mist
of advice and get yourself together
But either way baby, I'm gone
I'm so over it, I've been there and back
Changed all my numbers and just in case you're
You don't dress up in satin,
You don't wear diamond rings,
But I'm satisfied with you.
You look just like an angel but you haven't got wings,
But
body before you has seen too much pain.
Take me down, take me down to the water,
Take my hand, learn me all I should know.
Here I am, I'm waiting
You know I'm a crawlin' king snake, baby, and I rules my den
You know I'm a crawlin' king snake, baby, and I rules my den
I don't want you hangin'
The ghetts got me hustlin' tryin' to stay alive.
The ghetto get me hustlin' tryin' to survive,
And I know I'm goin' to hustle until the day I die.
Uh!
Yeah
Too many hardcore mothafuckas out here in this business
Ain't gettin their proper loot
You know what I'm sayin?
(Right)
Check the technique
I got the key to the highway,
And I'm billed out and bound to go
I'm gonna leave here runnin',
Cause walkin' is most too slow
I'm goin' down
Have another bill, y'all. Dog, I need all my change.
Soon as creep up, I'm pullin' my people up outta the bullshit. That's
Why we choose this thugsta
Shit, you motherfuckin' right
I'm the bitch that's keepin' it live and keepin' it hot
When you punk ass niggas don't
Nigga westside, what! Bring
I'm singin' in the rain, just singin' in the rain
What a glorious feeling I'm happy again
I'm laughing at clouds so dark above
The sun's in my
I'm sitting on top of the world
Just rolling along, Just rolling along
I'm quitting the blues of the world
Just singing a song, just singing
Walk with my baby
She got great big feet
She long, lean and lanky
An had nothin' to eat
She's my baby
I love her, just the same
Yeah an I'm
I'm a steady rollin' man, I roll both night and day
I'm a steady rollin' man, hmm, I roll both night and day
But I haven't got no sweet woman, hmm,
My bills are all due and the baby needs shoes and I'm busted
Cotton is down to a quarter a pound, but I'm busted
I got a cow that went dry
I got no diamond though I'm shy
Still I think I'm a lucky guy
I got the sun in the morning and the moon at night
Got no mansion got no yacht
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