, Natty, ride! Go deh, Dready, go deh, 'Cause now the fire is out of control, Panic in the city, wicked weeping for their gold! Everywhere this fiyah is burning, Destroying and melting their gold
're worth Don't you know it's you and me In this heaven on earth? Well, I laid down my burden The one where I had something I should prove And then I
If the day should ever come That the love we found has come And the dreams we shared have drifted away Though I know the golden sun Still shines down
waiting to be born Dark as the night you're still by my side shine inside Gone are the days we stopped to decide where we should go, we just ride Gone
If my words did glow With the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played On the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice Come through the music? Would you
gave my love a golden feather I gave my love a heart of stone And when you find a golden feather It means you'll never lose your way back home Should I paint my face Should
I? The chain'll strain ya eye Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money
Shoulder to the wheel for someone else's selfish gain Here there is no choosing, working the clay Wearing their anger like a ball and chain Fire in the
But most of all Sex is something that we should do Sex is something for me and you Sex is natural, sex is good Not everybody does it, but everybody should
at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? C'mon now If you wanna go and take a ride wit me We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why
the beat 'Cause we get crunk Stay drunk at the club Should've bought an ounce But you copped a dub Should've held back But you threw the punch Supposed
palm trees and 6-3's on deez Rims dip to make the spokes gold-a Slangin' boulders, thought I told ya True soldiers comin' from the motherfuckin' shoulders
, Japan Pakistan, America, Afghanistan Yo, there's Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabic's Call a truce, world peace, stop actin' like savages No war, we should
of the same struggle You lames should huddle, your teams shook y'all feel The wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder
same struggle You lames should huddle, your teams shook y'all feel The wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder
s my first wifey And for that, we not takin' it lightly If hip hop should die, we die together Bodies in the morgue lie together All together now! If hip hop should
Touch me I'm cold, unable to control Touch me I'm golden and wild as the wind blows And tumbling, tumbling, don't go fascination If just for tonight,
up to the register Large in charge but cha gotta be my spy Come back and tell me who's baggin' my fries Getting high on company time" Hell no sirree, wrong M.C. Why should