{}] Word. Man fuck that nigga Fuck that crab, ass, bitch {Who the live niggaz youknowhatI'msayin?} {You niggaz know how to shoot joints} (Put down
I came all around the world just to be with you I've been flying supersonic, between black and blue I promised I'd be there and now I'm here and I won
again Leave a n-gga barbershop, chop his top, head gone Too fly, three strong, nick name, gold bones What the f-ck you boys want Roll on you like a joint
the great unknown I stepped onto the moving stairs Before I could tie my shoes Pried a harp out the fingers of a renegade Who lived and died the blues
am the melody, the metaphoric prehistoric The pre-meaning before it, preparing for war shit Their god's only a graphic, the sky's computer blue There
It cannot be controlled Spit upon his face and scream There's no Oedipus today This is no play you're thinking you are in What will you say Take the blue
In a short order black and blue collar town Everybody worked the steel mill But the steel mill got closed down He thought if he joined the army He'd
or swim 'til we fall in love And dance in the moonlight When we join the yacht club Let's dance in the moonlight When we join the yacht club
As Cinderella dropped the crystal ball, And made a concrete cavern of caterpillar concert hall. ADAM: I wish that we could sail our sad days away, forever, In deep blue
name They're through asking me questions, I ain't gonna learn to sing Lay their hands upon me now, it's midnight blue Lay the hands upon me now, it's midnight blue
for ya There ain't no need for ya Go straight to hell, boys Go straight to hell, boys You wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues? When it's Christmas
world And my chiming bells are ringing out The word, the word, the word Feeling good again Always hoped I would Never believed That I ever could Feeling blue
the canvas sky Blue poles infinitely winding As I write, as I write Blue poles infinitely winding As I write, as I write We joined the long caravan
'Cos when Short Dawg run up in it Fuck a bitch for about 30 minutes Real player-like, straight to the point Bust a nut while I'm smokin' a joint Stop
two o'clock I got dressed, smokin on some serious dank Grabbed my keys off the table and a bid ol bank I hit interstate 80 and I'm rollin Joint's still
Short baby comin' straight from Oakland Got way mo' bitches than I ever need I put that on a big fat bag of weed 'Cause I can give you a bitch who wouldn't give you joint
ain't in it for the money I'm in it for the P It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me You don't be fuckin' with the blue eye Fuckin' with my 2