Tekst :

Jane she got excavated
By a trader dealing in old lines
Then she got a paper
From a mailer telling her more lies

Chorus (sing first half on first chorus):
So here we go
Down an endless road where we know
Nothing good here will ever grow
We re wasting our own time
And better know
Everyday life will carry on
Everyday when you re not so strong
You re wasting your own time

Says she knows more than she lets on
That s how she gets on when she is outside
When the wind comes on harder
She needs a shelter of their warm lies

Repeat chorus

She was taken last Sunday
To a safe place dealing in this line
Then she got her papers
From a faceless who won t tell her one more time

Woman:
Ya baby
Snoop: Ya playa
Woman: Ya baby
Snoop: That s some real pimp shit right here
Snoop: These bitches is outta line man
Man: What s the matter dog you can t control your bitches?
Snoop: Check this out man

(chorus: kokane)
I got bitches all in...

Never thought I’d feel again, feel the darkness fade and see the morning sun arise
Never thought I’d feel alive again, senses dull and blunt from all the lies

Now, when I hold your face so close to mine I see a place where the sun will...

Celebrate, grab a drink and put a blunt in the sky
Worldwide, nigga it s 1999
Shit out of control, sign of the times
I ain t had this much fun since 79
I was only eight then, hadn t been to the penn

Hunting down a killer

I d settle for a strand of hair
Lying on a pillow case.
Just one, to understand
Why I can t sleep,
If I could find a cigarette
Left burning in an ashtray
That would be enough
Prove for me,
That would...

Heart of it

Commotion in background

Layzie Bone/Scant:

We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always, always
Straight from the heart
Hey, na, na, na, na, na, na

Scant:

Everybody wanna piece of our click, even the niggas that s talkin s**t, all our...