all the pants Someone lacing my shoes up wrong This is what I am, this is what I am Finger pointed at the moon Little scare and the thunder boom Carrying
Gods' glory Plenty faith in the persecution is inventory I been spit in the face, still exhibiting grace Kicked out many a place, just for sharing my faith My belt tight, shoes laced
he see the thunder roll Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo' and bruise by the case SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced Likwit Kings
at the DMZ And roll on in, gonna roll in it, honey But I get a feelin like when big things collide Like the crack before the thunder, like I really ought
been Burning both ends of the night I often think about that summer The sweat, the moonlight and the lace And I have rarely held another When I haven't seen her face
Continues until I leave mankind Can't find control of the wheels on the van like BAM!! We land on your plate like a housefly Just another face from the
a fucking door in and slap em out of pajamses Y'all fakers believe that I've been racing with cheetahs My face is the thesis to standing tall and my laces
Gather 'round, gather 'round, hurry Uh, welcome! uh, little boys and girls Listen, I'm bout to lace yall motherfuckers about Oakland, the City of Dope
My intention to ride, every time all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride
Got it all up on ya back like you walkin a plank Try to do it like this bitch you know how to blame Do it double time all up in yo face Like piranhas
thunder, what? (Word up, doo-doo stain bitches) Yo, yo, uh-huh, yo.. [Jammie Sommers] Yo save John Bennett, trauma John Bell Lace stay in my equality
heat of I'm of the hook with this siccmade shit, straight made nigga Fuck it, pass me the straight lace liquor to the face nigga Off the Thunder Burger
while you scared of the people livin under- -ground heard the sound of the clap, made you wonder If it was a gun, the crowd, or some thunder All of that
wrecking every intestine in your mid-section blaze and scathe your place of residence no trace of evidence steal a briefcase from the president lace
dude who lived rough and died for you Took slugs and spilt his blood to lace the youth And told young niggas to get up and face the blues Cause its a
of I'm of the hook with this siccmade shit, straight made nigga Fuck it, pass me the straight lace liquor to the face nigga Off the Thunder Burger and