I didn't promise you a rose garden Along with the sunshine There's gotta be some rain sometimes Watch out I didn't promise you a rose garden (Yeah) Along
Hey man, what's your style How you get your kicks for living Hey man, what's your style How you get your adrenalin flowing now How you get your adrenalin
Put me in the cab, it's raining outside Had it up to here, this is the last time You kissed me on my throat in broad daylight And we were like two kittens
Robert's got a quick hand. He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan. He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid
41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots and we'll take that ride 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots Lena gets her
Listen to the lyrics we are the one's prophesied to return My main concern is for all of you to learn How to live, yes through the lyrics I give and send
Anybody in here right now with tape decks turn 'em on And put 'em on record, I'll give you a second I want to add authenticity to your tape So when it
They try to say California is plastic I think New York got the most plastic niggaz too Fuck all you niggaz comin' out to the Soul Train Awards With them
They're gonna build a ladder It's gonna take you forever You're always such a disaster But all you hear is laughter They want to keep you for more tests
He's got his plastic sneakers She's got her robuck purse He's got his butane flicker She's got it worse They're crazy about each other Like a misplaced
Well, you thought you found your answer On that magic carpet ride last night When you wake up in the morning The world still gets you uptight There's
Girl, you thought you found the answer On that magic carpet ride last night But when you wake up in the mornin' The world still gets you uptight Well,
intro) bang bang im back shady n konvict (verse 1) with ma crew d12 i shot n kill kim but before i tell you despoles her body in the bin
B.g.: u know me cant' get caught without my chopper Load with 50 bullets I'm itiching to sai I got ya B.g. labeled as a bust back nigga Can't let yo chrome
[B.G.] You know me can't get caught without my chopper Lil' weak wit 50 I'm itchin' to see I got cha B.G. labeled as a bust back nigga Can't let yo chrome
Yeah, this one goes out to all the ladies in the house I need two to stand by me when the chips are down And stick around while I defend my crown And
Yeah, man the flavor, flavor Yeah, ah yeah, who we doing? Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck
[Incomprehensible] Mad madness trashy brother from way back We're blowin' mics since the days of 8-track Certified, bonafied pull out the weapon Rusted
