you and I think I must've gone to heaven now The fact that I'm with Webster is hard enough to get my head around She's as hard as AC DC, she gets my thunder
up all those dreams That's the way it's always been You know that it's All good in the hood tonight Did I forget to mention A little bit of tension makes
in Rollin' like thunder on the scene It's kinda hard to describe if you know what I mean I never claimed to be the hardest of the roughest hard rocks
don't know what those jeans do to me Make me wanna get down on one knee You've got that thunder and it only makes me wonder How it feels to get up in
disease following the hard curves I'm looking for the thunder, I'm looking for the blackness I'm learning how to get up off my knees and all it takes
of November Leaves on the ground It's hard to remember What city, what town (what town) So many roads Mothered (?) in stone Surrounded by bones It feels
, up in the front seat of the hummer And if you can make it rain then Ludacris can make it thunder I ain't messin' with these lames but it seem to make
in my hand Catch it before it slips through like the sand CHORUS: It's hard to make time stand still The more that you hold on the faster it flies It's hard
it's cornbread and chicken Where I come from a lotta front porch sitin' Where I come from tryin' to make a livin' And workin' hard to get to Heaven,
two ways to play And I'm gonna play it right this time, yeah There's always the easy numbers There's those hard ways too There's those cheaters, blunders It
jungle feelin' the thunder shake the ground/ Better watch out for the ricochet, that boomerangs that laid it down/ Don?t you love it when they move chains
and shirt fulla dirt ***, we work wit witch-it I?ma busta *** be first Back again gotta be heard Had an intermission but it's over It's over, back the
Every little landslide, catch it in my hand I won't say a word Every time you hug me I know that it's working, making you mine Every clap of thunder only makes
fo sho wit' it, don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it Won't catch me
your Shakespeare book Niggaz be scared to death, I can see in the face they shook And they ain't want give me a shot, I had to make them look It's prosp
.K.'s or metaphors Make way for the ghetto roar, these days I set it off Y'all hardcore, that's why I batter you all Shatter they jaw, batter the core to make
