) Let's change the world, let's change the world (World) Flesh it got me ready to set off the riot Ridin' with my trues Humbly united gathering souls
fool! Don't be consumed in auto-tune. (Auto-tune!) 'Cause it's a deadly storm blowin' through here soon. Originators can survive it if they stay true
d make a name, who knew it'd come with fame/ Ya'll know the story; Bone Thugs crept, crept, and came up/ All my thugs, I salute you, stay true/ An all
the world, and let's change the world [Flesh Bone] It got me ready to set off the riot Ridin wit my Trues Humbly United Gathering Souls Here we go,
fly Dr. Dre invented, turn on the box And let my son watch these studio clowns on 60 inches I push a rover, shit platinum before the sessions over Rap master
Call me Ron Bergundy yall the other anchormen Whats on the news trick Gossiping bout music Cause rumours I'm the new shit And guess what it's true bitch
ron burgundy, yall the other anchormen what's on the news trick, gossipin bout music? there's rumors im the new shit, and guess what its true bitch
off in the club, and I'm leaning like Kick Stand All the ice on me [Juice] All the bandz on me [Juice] All the racks on me, it's a master Piece Got the
as the winter when fake niggas is shiverin? Shakin? in they Timberlands, you as played as Bennigan?s Hot for a minute now you just don?t remember him I?ve been a master
the wide body Blazer [Coolio] I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor, So I see myself and I know, my own Lord and master, When your
daze I say we're fresh, new and you know it's true Now let me introduce you to the rest of the crew J, he's fresh. he's the master of mix There ain
California that's where I'm from The city where the boys say you don't want none But if you do, I'm gonna tell you this Trues and vogues ain't really
t nuttin nigga, it's that pimp shit bwoy [E-40] We doin our thingamajig up in this BEYOTCH! Verse One: WC Thinkin of a master plan Cause ain't naytin
time (Oh my, my, my) He's been cheatin' on you, but don't worry, please dry your eyes Just take a ride with smoke-a-lot, the master of high (HOW HIIGGH
doe They all know Bubba ya boy who cut her without a rubber But you couldn't look past my skin, so me and Ken wrote about the water Now it's true I babble
's in my veins I'm mixin' beam with coke and [Incomprehensible] And every time it's still just the same I tend to aim towards spittin thangs, it's classical so masterful
their bodies,time and future the popular people who can shout and spread a catchy rationalization lets give a cheer for androids, robots, servants and their masters
the way Towards a sunrise or a sunset A scribble or a sonnet They are really just the same To the sunrise and the sunset The master and his servant