do get out of tune... And you can find shit in a silver spoon... And an old man's revenge can be a young man's ruin... Oh a?? and never look
t seen nuttin yet One man ran, tryin to get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh into your chamber like Freddy enter dream Discombumberate
fear itself So you know what we gots to do Maybe could we keep it within the crew Like it should be? Never givin' out We're livin' out our dreams If
not; Outlawz lost but not forgotten, from Gittere to Compton A spitter of the hotness, long timeness So like six I ain't never been rich I need cream, to buy Ellene a dream
my knees saying Lord please Take me instead cuz I feel like I'm already dead My methods ahuevo de smoke that's why the future will roll in his head Man
from Hempstead? Yo man, my family from Hempstead! [Flav] The Heights man [Meth] Yeah, (?) [Flav] Word up, come on man [Meth] (?) [Flav] Oh, what? [Meth
Man swung on Helen In the back of a cop car, dirty tarts are tellin But suddenly a chill came through it was weird Felt like my man, was cast out my heaven
s on. See we, shake off the bustas, we got the cops checkin', Come down on imitators with they fake jail records. Yea, we use our method, our soul searching method
Pardon me but stop the beat-box Cause yo I got beats son (Aw word?) (Aight) My bad, I didn't mean to kill that shit. (That's alright, man, y'know what
together to a tropical island My Man, Mahmoud is known for rilin' Smiling, if he can still do it then I can They call you weasel, they say your methods
Argentina, the voice of the people Cannot be denied (Eva:) There is only one man who can lead any workers' regime He lives for your problems, he shares your ideals and your dream
Hempstead? Yo man, my family from Hempstead! [Flav] The Heights man [Meth] Yeah, (?) [Flav] Word up, come on man [Meth] (?) [Flav] Oh, what? [Meth] (?),
