bring paradise West side till I die, uh Pocket full of ice No vice squads Ho's still Walks the boulevards Pimp scenes, mac mall and willie green Got a
vice squad to stop up Doin a buck-thirty zone in a big poppa How I look; fallin in love and then Luck get knocked up? I need a brolic nigga (uhh)
you don't change your mind, change your grind Don't get caught in the facade, don't get caught up on a charge (Don't be facin six) You know that life
a nigga with guns Watch grabble crawl and and hide the body behind the drywalls r r a?? i_v _M_ .M_ a?? [Kuniva] Vo, yo I'm a walkm timebomb With a destructive
ass God please allow me to preach for 'em A voiceless man through a spirit i speek for him Step to city hall if a dove flew for Diallo with a vision of
You'd rather ruin two lives Then prevent a potential Can't make up her own mind Only a slip of a girl Starving babes don't matter To the fat who get
niggaz get off the playground I got up with the homey A now The kid babies 'bout to make the Earth quake now [Chorus: Akon (Nas)] Uh-oh-oh, we back now A
get off the playground I got up with the homey A now The kid babies 'bout to make the Earth quake now [Chorus: Akon (Nas)] Uh-oh-oh, we back now A bunch
get dark, might hit the club tonight. You know them sound recycled clubs, Where there to the bunch a big be life hype, who to da bunch a glocks and then a
plot and let the gats burst off I've seen it with my own eyes A witness to this sick life Where niggas will kill to flip some vice Or a Vette, Viper,
the life and had a good three year run Anyway, one friday on the side of the road in L.A. My man Wes says hey, "I got a bitch in San Diego" "Cool", I
get your aide on me I don't squeal to the pigs I'm a HOG [Chorus] You a cop, homie You just didn't get a badge And a squad car In exchange for your
Minister Lou Spike Jonze couldn't clone my life, I'm Deck Malcovich I'm countin' my chips, diggin' out a bitch Dippin' in a powder six, splittin' cigars