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coaching it with no car shit
You get my drift I’m on no harsh shit
Just a old process, we trust in it
Nigga whole hearted
In Bull City they found a whole

On the circle waiting for the night to come
And you come to me, so

Dance with the fairies
We have enough space
At Tchaikovsky pace, in spite of all
Our past

(Poison in my cup, think I'll fill it up)
(Gotta have you)
(Think I'm out of luck tonight)
(If I could make a change to my pace, I could taste it)
(I

pan e same cloud,
Dem start cuss wen e shotta deh set eh pace now, mi buss e fi nth mi cut u face out

Verse 1.
Bad from mi young yeh d star a shoot,

I wanna crash my car
Like a star
Burn my house
And rave among the flames
'Cause I am out of patience
'Cause all my friends are ancient
I just got

I could tell you I love you in different ways
I could tell you I love you in different paces
Story of our life couple hundred pages
Make a movie when

just wanna taste it
I'm moving with this pace and I been craving hella paper
We can chase the hoes later
Ima roll it and I face it
It's like everybody

I'm scrolling through Craigslist, looking for a steal
Gotta find the best deal, gotta for a real
There's furniture, clothes, cars and bikes
I'm

just so brave

You can fight it
You can right it
But you can never set it straight
You don't mind it
Hide behind it
You always kept the pace
You don't

to avoid them
I could block out noises
But what's the point then

Too young for heartbreak
Too young for this pace
My mind can't rest today
Like yesterday

Yeah I've been waiting for something to change, change
Something to come by and pick up the pace, the pace
Lately I've been folding to the thoughts

We patiently pace as we wait on the station
Straight aimed at your faces
Prepared and precise
We came here with frustration
And left a nation

I've ran the highways and by ways
Stolen cars and hopped on trains
Looking for a place to call home and rest my troubled brain
I can't outrun these

Boyz-N-The Hood [Remix]

Eazy-E

The N.W.A Legacy, Vol. 1: 1988-1998 [Clean]

1999

cold-shootin' some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rollin', Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
"It's all about

Look at my car
Look at my girl look like a star
Look at my life
Came up, nigga, we came so far
You see us
Ayy, you see us, nigga

Ayy, look

dance, the sound of the clock,Maybe i know
The pace that takes you to the top
follow the music,I feeling you my love
With you I know I can always go

That

to keep up this pace
But I'm just fucking tired
I'm just fucking tired by far
I know what my dreams should be made of
Thought I racing like a race car
But

whole lot of shame
The past be making us hate
Emotions all out of pace
The love we give goes to waste
Whatever happen to fate
Hurt me like this, hurt me

car's not racing
There's less blur at this pace, and
How clear I see your faces

I’ll mend it
Eheh na omo se omo ay3 d3n

Bow your heads let's pray for mercy (mercy)
What be corolla ma dream car be Murcié (Lago)
Slay queen paa

the car
Soon
You're gonna feel me in your own space
Nothing to it when we're moving at a good pace
You and I we're never quitting in the race
Gonna run so

It look like hydraulics when she make her ass shake
Bounce it like them cholos do they cars in la
She can bussit slow or move it at a fast pace
Bend

what's 'self-worth' if you never felt the struggle sometimes?
What's all the "stacks in the banks" or the "high-end cars"
If you ain’t ever felt the rain

grandfather walks to, at his pace
He's there all the time
Drinking beer and wine
All day… (All day)
A hundred years could pass and that place
Will still have