(Intro: JD) After the party its the waffle house if u ever been there u know what i'm talkin about where people dont dance all they do is this and after
I want love, but it's impossible A man like me, so irresponsible A man like me is dead in places Other men feel liberated I can't love, shot full of
Oh, it's carnival night and they're stringing the lights around you Hanging paper angels, painting little devils on the roof Oh the furnace wind is a
A family of musicians took shelter for the night In the little harbor church of St. Cecilia Two guitars, bata, bass drum and tambourine Rose of Jericho
Working hard to get it on for you Everyday and night I give you all I've got to give Take it all Love, I know that you're feelin' blue Lonely deep inside
Are you out there Where the rainy days begin? To feel rather sad And the walls are closing in Like the darkness around me It's so hard to look away When
Don't you know that Don't you know that Dreams are there to show you the way Better take a look inside Close your eyes find out what they're trying to
If only you could see the tears In the world you left behind If only you could heal my heart Just one more time Even when I close my eyes There's an
If you wanna know, tomorrow morning I have to leave but wherever I may be Best believe, I'm thinking of you I can't believe how much I love All we have
A fragile heart was broken before I don't think it could endure another pain But there's a voice from deep inside of you That's calling out to make you
West Coast is voodoo on you (See the Lord is my shephard Got me so hood, a nigga can't help it) We do, what we do This West Coast is voodoo on you (And
Brooklyn, this is the set-off Kay Sleezy, take it to the streets nigga Word up, Sauce Money, uh, uh Proper set-off Don't get it fucked up 'cause Sauce
[Ice Cube] My ego is big as Heatrow got this elite flow, easy as a free throw yes this negro is rather lethal you about as lethal as a mojito be my amigo
Burn so crooked (Crooked) The poet likes to spit (Spit) Kareem, that's my dog Life behind the walls Nigga, life behind the walls Yeah, welcome to Oz,
Verse Three: B-Real The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can handle this Coast trippin goin on through out the business East Coast West Coast anybody
[DMX] In the name of Jesus, let us pray: Father we thank you for waking us up this morning. We thank you for surrounding us with your guardian angels
FATHER YOU GIVE US POWER TO SPEAK THE WORD FATHER YOU SAY WE HAVE BUT TO ASK WITH A SINCERE HEART AND IT WILL BE SO WE THANK YOU FOR THIS SPOKEN WORD
Yo Dre, I thought I was dead West coast I'm the doctor's advocate Nigga Dre shot ya Brought me back from the dead That's why they call him the doctor