no one else does We the crew who gonna make ya move So can you feel this OP groove x2 No time to waste only get one chance So
just like you Then God took ordinary me and gave me a chance And everyday I gotta thank Him for where I am 'cause I'm just ordinary people Who found
life is all to short to spend on doing boring things, and I want and I want I want to have fun Holding on to be the one I am Holding on to be the one
BLIND IRIS GIVE ME A KNOD AND THE ROOM STARTS TO ROCK GETTING HOT TAKE IT BACK TO THE TOP One, Two Cool like the moon Here's to the people In the
that he was one of us, didnt smoke didnt drink, didnt kiss no women... it was great cause you could really talk to buck and he would hear ya oh one time
- in whose pocket? * Throughout the world millions of people are employed making armaments, Don't they realise that it's ordinary people like themselves
Divided he stands, inhuman to the core He lashes away at life 'cause he feels he deserves a little more Than the ordinary every day caged angels and freaks
To think I could have stayed home Instead of watching this ugly lust and ordinary dirt But no one cares, so nobody gets hurt Just a lot of sad people
have no suspects. Now to the weather, but first.. G tell em what time it is!" [Kool G. Rap] I got a chance to get some money so I'm takin it No joke
I shall say no more Build up dead inside of us mind twisted shook up in on tha Mr. Fuss danger we closin' in on the side you You only get one chance
many people for goodness sake? How many people? How many people? One too many, one too many right now How many people? One too many right now How many people? One
flows underneath this city I'd like to go there with you now, my pretty And follow it on for miles and miles Below other people's ordinary lives Occasionally
guys Now ya pride in the way, but ya pride is the way You could mess around, get shot, die any day People die everyday all over bull shit, Dope money, dice game, ordinary
Chorus:] I'm just ordinary people Who found extraordinary love Sometimes it's hard to believe That God keeps loving me so much There are so many people
thousand million pounds - in whose pocket? * Throughout the world millions of people are employed making armaments, Don't they realise that it's ordinary people
no more.... [Wish Bone] Build up dead inside of us Mind twisted shook up in ontha Mr. Fuss Danger we closin' in on the side you You only get one chance
