can`t find my way home And I can`t find my way home Can`t find my way home Can`t find my way home Can`t find my way home But I can`t find my way home
' with my cat eye, dead eye Ain't afraid to flame a rat up But I hot out fathom My album hit the shelves We hustle for record sales Hit my liquor store
Hug my wife my sons my daughter, ain't no more reason to even bother Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang
to get some beer and cashews, some beer and cashews Help me, wont you help me? Would you help me find my way home? My momma ain't home Heh, heh, heh
for the mistakes I've made And thanks for keepin my momma safe when she wrecked my Escalade See I could replace a Cadillac but I can't replace my momma
little girls around the corner My stuff wasn't even hard Remember a brother was lookin for a little candy out the park My mother went, my mother vent,
City's my home, It's legal money, So I got my next flooded with stones And the Bronx like a quart of my own, And I'm from the Southeast, part of the
thinkin' 2 slow Clownin' each others on the damn talk shows I don't wanna house but I gotta stick and rob I got a disease, it's called "Can't find
watch a nigga neighborhood (phhhh!!!) go up in flames They...They all got burnt, couldn't can't stand the heat I bet none of them (?) jackers ain't gone
the time go by A week ago at the Diner, I stopped to get a bite And this here lovely lady she sat two seats from my right And Lord, Lord, Lord She was
No way no one compares to You to me Who could I haven't, haven't love but You There's no way, there's no way, there's no way Now tell me, who could
next to my Black Rose Still in love with my Black Rose She's up in heaven now, my Black Rose You won't be makin' love to my Black My Black Rose, he don
the fuck happens? I can't take that route and girl out And sometimes I don't wanna hear my girls mouth 'cause My hectic schedule, she ain't considerate
lord my soul to keep (I pray to the lord my soul to keep) If I shall die (if I shall die) Before I wake (before I wake) I pray to the lord (I pray to
God? Somewhere in the middle of my mind Is a nigga on the tightrope, screamin' let him die Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin' in my own blood Lookin' for
grow This ain't livin' Takes a life to make a life (Takes a life) Livin' in the world of crime tonight (Takes a life) Can't find a better way to break
, your patches say you're open-minded, but still you couldn't bear, some punk thrown in with ska. You said it wouldn't work. Well you can take your Vespa home
