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've been so logicated) Singing our songs of yesterday (Nothing's got all the point, the blame?) While so much still stands in our way (Yeahhhh!) Voices with nothing to say

've been so logicated) Singing our songs of yesterday (Nothing's got all the point, the blame?) While so much still stands in our way (Yeahhhh!) Voices with nothing to say

Oh the sand keeps falling through the hourglass And there's no way we're gonna slow it down. You say, "We've got to treasure each moment." Who knows how

man ain't fuckin' you right And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't right We say, "

have witnessed teen on the TV screen chase the dream now that you embrace the green don't fuck with the triple beams yousa muther fucking actor slash Pac impersonating rapper slash

Verse One: Sheek Luchion You on the circle line, what's wrong? Ain't your yacht out yet ain't you that Willie, Benz pushing, slash Melrose cat Nigga

Phat or Wack? Fuck, fuck that shit Fuck give it to me If I only could I'd set the world on fire (x3) Say fuck the world FUCK THE WORLD! Fuck 'em all

yall [Verse 1] Yo I be lying, denying that theres a pimp in me But I apologize sorry you have my sympathy When I hit that spot why you aint tell me nothing

cheese Tell 'em like they tell Beans, I got four seeds to feed Till I fuck you and some change fall out of your ass (Watch your bitches) Biatch! Ain't nothing