Richards, game for a laugh Dancing us down the garden path To a place where money grows on trees Where cocaine habits are financed by hunger and disease There's only one
It's a small town life and I like it 'Cause the bad don't get in your way There's an angry god, they're gonna strike it Yeah that's what we pay him for
Shit was 'posed to been squashed [E-40] I've got a hunch; meet me at the Olive Garden spot let's do lunch Fool and dem tried to pass the buck and set
to make For the future of life was the trophy at stake But one of the warriors flouted the rules And with cunning and guile had the other one fooled
was the trophy at stake But one of the warriors flouted the rules And with cunning and guile had the other one fooled As he held up his hands in a gesture
eyes To no one, it's no fun, selfless shades of living Got to feel each day that's given Now what the world needs is a love That's sweeter than the melodies
SheA's left me right here lying in my bed I feel so sad Hello good morning darkness I feel blue I guess she doesnA't feel the same way too ThereA's
m right out of here" But it makes me happy Could have been the wrong one but it makes me happy I guess it's been the right one But it makes me happy,
long, long way, She's a good girl hundred million miles away It's in the name, the name Jamie's been abandoned now she's riding on a train It's in the
on Let's climb the mountain and tame the sea with love There's a wall of hatred There's a wall of pain There's one solution you can get out again There
I can see you're not the only one for me" She's leaving sweet illusions I'm all by myself She's so happy to be It's too much freedom for me She has
falling down One word exposing the treason But there's no way to hold it back One voice you try to remember But there's so many you wont forget And still
one against ten, count me in, till the end Cause for my men I'm going all out, just call out My name when you need, I make a nigga brain fall out Nuff
she's cried while he's away Because she knows deep in her heart That he'll be back someday The light's on in the window; she's waiting by the
gondolier He's bonded for gardener-dat why he here De chief of immigration a power in dis town Chief find out-your hotel close down Paperman Hereafter gardening's
off, and take the crowd home To the cook out, digital phonebook out On the look out for the girl scout With a cookie out, snatch killa up I-95, he knew
stand, the one to be quick enough to fuck yo man call him up behind ur back for a conversation word gets out switch up and blame him? now if ur fool
so in love with you Like a little clock that trembles on the edge of the hour Only ever calling out "Cuckoo, cuckoo" When I called you You, little one In a bad way