young batter on deck He's still in high school (yeah I heard that) (It's a great day though) A good high school out in U-City of St. Louis, Missouri (
Bob, this next young batter on deck He's still in high school, yeah I heard that It's a great day you know A good high school outta U city of St Louis
a lang Nobody livin' savage, e'rybody got change Even the paperboy deliver out the back of a Range It's not a game, it's a beautiful thing Imagine blocks
' pretty It's like a hot day in July, just bangin' when I fool guys It's the credible, edible, federal when I'm high On the hills on the lane, '64 Chevy
great conversationalist, you should know what I'm about When you look at me baby you should see a way out Out the hood, out the drama, out the Bentley it's on
I'm a superstar, bought me a big ol' car Four point six (See the car) Black with the bars from the front to back And got a button in the middle, make
I dont even know 'em I keep my mind on paper, so I got hella paper They want me - a heavyweighter, and a inovator I put a hole in yo neighbor, 'bout
hasta leugo Aight, first say a prayer for those in combat Might can throw some'in' on a grill when you come back Might can take a trip to the 'Ville
Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue St. Anne's skirts are billowing But down here in the city of the lime lights The fans of Santa Ana
might serve her. Park on the curber! Treating me like a pervert. Fuck it, eat it, beat it, see us like a cleavage on a ? Ride through my city, I bleed
she's live Plus she's a dealer She gives me hospitality She treats me right That's what I need right? And if not, then I'm on A little mission to Los
Solsbury Hill Climbing up on Solsbury Hill I could see the city light Wind was blowing, time stood still Eagle flew out of the night He was something
Climbing up on Solsbury Hill I could see the city light Wind was blowing, time stood still Eagle flew out of the night He was something to observe Came
Cold gray buildings where a hill should be Steel and concrete closin' in on me City faces haunt the places I roam alone Cowboy, cowboy, can't run, can
this, y'all can't fuck with this (B-Real) Back up in the mills of the Cypress Hill You catchin' a thrill, coppin' a feel, the whole steel Everybody put