I87 is a lesson for them niggaz That want to test Bring more than 'cause me shotgun Will be buckin' your chest Wanna be mo' thug thugsta mentality Runs
I woke up with the power out Not really something to shout about Ice has covered up my parents hands Don't have any dreams don't have any plans I went
And if the snow buries my, my neighborhood And if my parents are crying Then I'll dig a tunnel from my window to yours Yeah, a tunnel from my window to
Alexander, our older brother, set out for a great adventure. He tore our images out of his pictures, he scratched our names out of all his letters. Our
Hey what's happening? It's your homeboy Lil' Rob Back with some more shit You know I cruise my low riders But I just can't find nothing to cruise to you
Born in 1975, brought up in a small neighborhood On the outskirts of San Diego, California Spent my time hangin' out on the street corner with the homeboys
Here's where it all began Here's where I heard that beat Here's where I tapped that tap With my natural rhythm feet In my simple humble neighborhood On
Well the neighborhood bully, he's just one man His enemies say he's on their land They got him outnumbered about a million to one He got no place to escape
I was born in the country on an old farm road Worked hard for a livin' but I still stayed broke Everything I had was either borrowed or loaned Except
I think I'm gonna have to move, people I gotta move out of my neighborhood Hey, I said I'm gonna have to move I gotta get out of my neighborhood Because
Talking (Juvenile): Suga Slim Million Dollar spot Verse 1: Juvenile Wodie ask them motherfuckers how the CMB play it Tanqueray and Alize it, take the
[Eazy-E] Perched up high on a roof top like a bird I'm havin' evil thoughts a black hood covers my face and death flows through my mind at it's own pace
I am waitin' 'til I don't know when, cause I'm sure it's gonna happen then. Time keeps creepin' through the neighborhood, killing old folks, wakin' up
And...when I slip on the ice It isn't nice Then the puck flies into the crowd And they scream out loud We Found The Puck! (glockenspiel solo) Brother
You can catch five, or catch me in the CL-5 Whatever way dog, the Game get live Keepin' it gangsta in a P.D. city velour Late night I'm in Dublin's and
There's something special happening at our house today Our friends are coming over and we're all gonna' play But we're not playing with bricks or blocks
We had our neighborhood girl She used to hang out, in front of McKinsey's Bar And we were interested in her and her clientele We just wonder where she
It started about the time she was born Her rising above the raising of corn Her Midwestern dream of winning the world And she was always my neighborhood