and show that your doing good Refrain: treat me like a lady like a boy should and if i fall save me like a boy should Treat me like a lady like a boy
reincarnation manifestation of spirit in sensation Y'really got that right The average person isn't bright not so bright that they recall the fatal fall
sky on a morning beatific in its Indian summer breeze on the day that America fell to its knees after strutting around for a century without saying
cryin' out for help, but help ain't nowhere to be found, So what can I do? Pursue other avenues to get revenues, Tryin' not to be the next boy on the
I grab the nine an headed straight for the vault when there aint never been a battle that I fought an lost wit out my... opponnent bein traced out in
These other niggaz know I'm wet crack baby, yes. Get back get back boy it's a set back, Clumsy ass niggaz slip and fall into a death trap. Them boys
goes out to freedom fighters, graffiti writers Innocent lifers, grassroots organizers This goes out to single mothers Soul bad brothers Young lovers of the revolution that solutions This goes out
to the Creator, because he was also created, but he acted like one. The Creator let him, knowing that he was already fallen. And this fact made the fallen
whut? Dre and Snoop chronic'ed out in the 'llac with Doc in the back, sippin on 'gnac (yeah) Clip in the strap, dippin through hoods (what hoods?) Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood! South Central out
front cloth rises to reveal an 18th Century salon, a canopied bed centre-stage. The COUNTESS is played by CARLOTTA. SERAFIMO, the page boy, is disguised
Dre and Snoop chronic'ed out in the 'llac with Doc in the back, sippin on 'gnac (yeah) Clip in the strap, dippin through hoods (what hoods?) Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood! South Central out
break of dawn Forces the shadows recede Breaks the barrier of clouds Blaze a trail for the light In the arms of white soil Lies a fallen boy Left alone
a reincarnation manifestation of spirit in sensation Y'really got that right The average person isn't bright not so bright that they recall the fatal fall
Move wit me now It's the weekend [Lil' J] Aiiyo I heard the party packed from the front to the back We gon' tear the roof off, make the floor collapse Jump out