bad at all Pictures of Lily made my life so wonderful Pictures of Lily helped me sleep at night Pitcures of Lily solved my childhood problems Pictures of Lily helped me feel alright Pictures
Take me for granted, I think that I could stand it After all these rough seas, left me reckless and abandoned Say the spirits willing, chance a new beginning
Pull my coat around me Feel the cold wind haunt me Streets are empty just like me The murmur of an echo Seems to come from every window Is loneliness
King I don't want nothin' else No, I don't need anything Don't need no lava lamp Don't need no soap on a rope No pictures of Mexican kids with those really big
me. Stop lyin bitch please, bitch please, and ya nigga ain't nothin like me. Stop lyin nigga please, nigga please, my goons got guns on deck put yo picture
whole different game being played back when I was a kid You wanna get down in a cool way? Picture yourself on a beautiful day Big bell bottoms and groovy
clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers And wonder the cause, 'cuz big dope
Too Sheezy off the chain baby You know us Oakland niggaz still pimp to this day Still wear perms with big old waves Three or four hoes in a mini-van
the suns beamin' I got a jackers droolin' and the hoes fiendin' And since I'm Westside Connected I got a streets on hype I got big deals, big scrills, big wheels, big
gets me to the top Next time I'll be handsome Or pretty at least I will have big muscles - I'll lay on the beach Next time I'll paint pictures Like a real van
offspring Camouflage dog, days was green One righteous man fought for his right, gods pupil Yo, that's my fam, we snatch me out of big head van We tought
'm doin' life to ten, when I come home you goddamn Right I'm goin back again Fuck the drinks on the table While you sleep I take pictures of bullets
; Niggas got till January to get they shit together; You hear that niggas January (chea) Chad West [Verse One: Young Chris] Yo; Ayo Momma workin hard Big
it in the faces of all those highway strangers They're praying that God keeps that girl from danger God must be busy And I know in the big picture I
helpin' the clip and the clip's only helpin' my hand And like who the fuck is helpin' your man? When I cock back and hop out the van Double R, get a
your own hands I'm a grown man, doin' my grown dance I don't stop until I see the end, my vision clear, bitch I'm on my Van Gogh, I don't hear shit [