We can be strong, we can be strong Out on this lonely road, on the road to love We can be strong, we can be strong Follow that unicorn on the road to
Moving down the highways of my life Makin' sure I stay to the right Moving down the highways of my life So I shan't be concerned with the other side of
Take a silver dollar and put it in your pocket never let it slip away Always be a man not a boy gone astray, astray When you get half crazy from the August
He just wanted us to call him Captain Da He said, "You can call me Da-da", whatever that meant Hey there, who me? Just your friendly neighborhood speed
And now, eternity Be still now I am with you I am deep within you You are at peace You cannot be harmed You will not suffer Breathe deeply Breathe in
Well God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son" Abe said, "Man you must be putting me on" God said, "No" Abe said, "What?" God say, "You do what you wanna,
A hundred cups of coffee, five hundred cigarettes A thousand miles of highway and I ain't forgot her yet But I keep on moving, I keep moving down the
Friday night's pay night, guys fresh out of work Talking about the weekend, scrubbing off the dirt Some heading home to their families, some looking
My name is Joe Roberts I work for the state I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville barracks number 8 I always done an honest job as honest as I could I
Uh, who's bad? I'm bad (That's right) I am Michael Jackson, Puff Daddy, bad Boy, I will strike you with the belt like your dad (That's right) I will (
Life's like a road that you travel on When there's one day here and the next day gone Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand Sometimes you turn your
I'm a man who lives in the city I'm a man who lives in the street From FLA to Frisco Bay Everywhere in between Coast to coast there's a question Everybody
My name is Joe Roberts I work for the State I'm a sergeant out on Perenville barracks No 8 I've always done an honest job honest as I could Got a brother
I drove a Jimmy Diesel from Mojave Up to the summit of Cajun Headed down the hill to San Bernardino Pushed by twenty tons of silt and stone The warning
[Intro - Freeway - talking (Beanie Sigel)] (Damn Free, we like thirty seconds in on "The Stimulus Package" You ain't talked to the people yet) Yeah I
[Intro - Freeway - talking - w/ ad libs] Woo! Free! Yeah, we in here Uh huh, let's get 'em [Chorus - Freeway - w/ ad libs] Who am I? Microphone killa
[Beanie Sigel]: Ho, ho [Freeway]: Bounce [Beanie Sigel]: Holla [Freeway]: Bounce, bounce, bounce [Beanie Sigel]: It's B. Sig in the place with Young
Man, if I get rocked, this shit for my kids, nigga It's that real shit Even though what we do is wrong We still hustle 'til the sun come up Crack a