Lyrics:
I've been workin everyday
I've been waitin' for time to play
Call up my people
Let's paint the town
Bring that fire
Let's burn it down.
I've been
And lonely people
Welcome to the new wild west
There are so many fractions
And cue-card reactions
It's hard to keep clear
The possibilities here
They say people out in Hollywood
Live their life out in black and white
They're living out a Technicolor dream
Next day they're a star overnight
The sky is red, I don't understand,
Past midnight I still see the land
People are sayin' the woman is damned,
She makes you burn with a wave
People come on and do it right
Shake your behinds like dynamite
Chuck all your worries and toss your thighs
To be tame is a pain when you realize
Bombs to settle arguments, the order of the boot
Can you hear them crying in the rubble of Beirut?
I can still see people dying, now who takes
Why do you do it?
Why do you keep beating me?
You give some people a real good time
But you cause some untold misery
Heroin
Why do you do it?
I
people right on your ride up
They'll have your back on the way back down
He said, "Take it from this old beach bum, son
Keeping it real is what it's really
through these trials and tribulations kept me on focus
Tried to do a 9-5 but where's the money?
Coming to work damn near bumming, people thinkin' it's funny
and the heat don't
The place where you witness the true power of street folks
And that's where I'm coming from people
High post, low key
Eighth, OZ, and kilo
Can you keep a secret
From them other people
If I tell you 'bout wha-gwan?
And would you let me know
If I forget the secret
Took my eye
Everybody in my party is VIP
We gone sip champagne for free
Your night of ecstasies on me
Lettin' people in
'Cause everybody in my party is VIP
We gone
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people living for today
Imagine there's no
to a dead cop's wife
Cops kill my people everyday, that's life
[Chorus] - repeat through final interlude
[Final Interlude]
September 11, 2001
down in the back, where those engines roar
Gonna make that attack, gonna start once more
People stand in line, waitin' for the show
But when
I don't mind what people say,
They always think the worst anyway
And if I'm wrong I'll pay the price
It's a cost that I don't count as sacrifice
and i wanna dedicate this album to my cousin locked up
Cojack ,Capon, Rag, Ron
Sweatin' all my people in da cell thats holding it down
and also my
people thinkin' it's funny (ha ha).
I'm fed up.
Plus my homies sellin' crack doin' good.
Now I'm thinking fuck doing it legal bring it back to the hood.
anyone around
Closing time
Unplug them people
And send them home
It's closing time
Now kenny he's been mixing sound all evening
Sometimes I think
People say I'm crazy doin' what I'm doin'
Well they give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin
When I say that I'm OK, well they look at me
Where funny people can have fun
That's where the two will go,
Darling
Before you can count up
One, two, three.
For there's a small hotel
With
day me,
Moving backwards down the hill see we were posting.
Moonlight illuminate my night and my days sunray make the people say
And a vision
I know so many white people
I mean, where do I start?
The trouble with white people
Is you can't tell them apart
I'm so bad with names and dates
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people living for today
Imagine there's no
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