though We were allured Bumping and grinding out on the dance floor With the system so loud The vibrations so pulsing You whispered in my ear But I couldn't hear nothing Steered
heart that aches to give me my lesson Chorus (then) using em cmaj7 Oh oh oh (then) bridge I can't steer then intro again (then) bridge I can't steer I can't steer
emergency We keepers of the real, just consider us security Of the world, 9th, somethin' like top flight As long as we in control everything's alright While the rest will steer
it to the stage and mic it C'mon dere, that's how I like it, uhh Hit me in the face why don't ya Prince po will hunt ya and puncture your voodoo doll
fore it turn to diarrhea hear a microphone will give you 3 of everything I wear yeah models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer style thats
in the presence of my enemies You annoint my head with oil, my cup overflows Surely goodness and love will follow me -- all the days of my life And I will
s is still tipping Wood grain grass, steering wheel I'm still gripping Repping for P.A.T., the West and the East And I'm repping for Pimp C, till he get
the lane, getting pulled (They said you was gonna get paid) no, that's bullshit They like it stylistic And I enchant the crowd like I'm a misfit (C-C-C-C) C-C-C
and I keep taking the shit And coolin' cool at the crib cause being cool's how I live But bucking up will get you rocked if you're a bullshit kid I like it stylistic, c
it to the stage and mic it C'mon dere, that's how I like it, UHH Hit me in the face why don't ya Prince Po will hunt ya and puncture your voodoo doll
you realize That you've been rocked with Jeff's plain skills The diobolocal, and my man Will And we're (so fresh) [Will Smith] Ha, Big Will is (so fresh
(feat. Bun B) [Chorus 2X: Pimp C sample] I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights I get tore
pressure down, delay the pain I ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets Tasted larceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat Though I took, that was to live, hope God will
others of you will have done under you So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to When someone runs up with a mask and puts a gun to you [gun cocks] You will
Hook (Sleepy Brown) C-a-d-i-l-l-a-c you and me will grey so cleanly C-a-d-i-l-l-a-c blowing smoke so high and freely C-a-d-i-l-l-a-c you and me uh blowing
[Music: C. Espevoll/D. Husvik/O. Brrud, Lyrics: P. Espevoll] Life, an abandoned wreck In motion, driven into circles Never ending circles Nothing new