, Rod J, take a ride, slide down '71, callin' welfare. When the check came, Mom, she hounds everyone. So bang bang, had to get down for my thang, swang with a me thugstas. Pump, we
11 The Feds took from me, and shoot you in yo motherfucking stomach [Chorus: Scarface] You a Snitch Nigga, when you rat on yo friends Bitch Nigga, when you steal cash from
under the tree Pull the swishers out and gave the ganja to 3 Rapped us up a fattie and we started to smoke Eyes gettin' red cause we higher than coke
try to stomp on our ground 'Cause we takin' over one city at a time Said, we takin' over one city at a time Said, we takin' over one city at a time
try to stomp on our ground 'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time
them all I pick up that tree, when its not far Im gone off that tree, when its not tall Im in love with tree, i'm a avatar I pick up a o from my nigga
If the broad got wireless at her crib I fall through. Gotta e-mails to read, as she break down my tree, reach my cell phone, turn the TV down for me(
with political asylum in Cuba. (Cee-Lo vocals) I'm thinkin' of Assata, yeah. Listen to my Love, Assata, yeah. We're molded from the same mud, Assata. We
last - at last I'm free The Roots and SV be the family tree SV and the Roots be the family tree The Roots and SV and the tree is unh Come on Chorus;
face on with my chain sittin' on light mode Got a lot of gwap that came from stayin' on a paper chase Shout out to my partner, hold it down movin' major
, I'm throwed off the Cali plants I'm prancin' on the scene, crawlin' down like fire ants My mind in a trance, I'm sharper than starched pants Stackin' franklins and grants from
, dear There's life in us yet, love These walls we will climb above We really are ants now Escape the nest somehow I ache for a feeling You came and
bracelets Round your own world, we are weeping tears Rubies, we offer them to you We are just your Arabian nightmare We invented the zero but we mean
leather chains of gold We knew it was wrong but we looked away And paraded them down the colonial streets And that's how they became enslaved They came
this... You gotta have the blood of Jesus Christ the love from...to man he died on that cross so that we might have a right to the tree of life I come
my eyes swole From this BADASS DAME (Damn!) Sippin' a quart of 'Old Gold' -'Yo, is this your cat?' -'Awww, yes! Where'd you find him at?' -'He was stuck in a tree
in the sun The only snow we have is on our Christmas tree The Southen cross is not the Nothern star We like to make believe we hear those jingle bells