Who's the black private dick That's a sex machine to all the chicks? You're damn right Who is the man That would risk his neck for his brother man? Can ya dig it? Who's the cat that won't cop out When there's danger all about

How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for a G Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on My niggas, we the last ones left, 'cause life goes

Ridin' 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar Brother I'm hell on wheels Got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw Duct tape on that license

In a perfect world Brother, brother In a perfect, a perfect world In a perfect world, singing Touch gloves, yeah, it'll be alright I always knew you had a heavy heart You're taking me back to the start I saw your face in a photograph

Maybe I, could have loved you Maybe I, could have shown That I still do care about you More than you could know Don't say it's too late to try To make it right You say you'll know when you really find the one But it's hard to tell with the damage that's

I see the future There's no way out of this dark place No hope, no future I know I can't be free and I can't see another way I can't face another day I see the path from this dark place I can see the Everywhere I turn, I hurt someone But there's nothing

Oh yeah, come on, meet me in the morning Don't it make you want to go and feel alright I received a message from my brother across the water He sat laughin' as he wrote the end's in sight So I said goodbye to all my friends And packed my hopes inside a

We've got the words if you've got the melody We've got the time if you've got the place to be And we're not gonna stop We've got tonight to make every memory Until we set it off Ready or not, 'cause we're gonna make you see We're not gonna stop We're

Everyone's allergic to poison ivy Everybody gets the itch Everybody hates that Everybody needs a little poison ivy I just got back from the doctor He told me that I had a problem But I realized it's you

You're much better I wanna fight with Tear up the sky with Make up tonight with Oh, you're much better I wanna fight with you I get a rep for breakin' hearts