My people back home This is for my people back home We're lighting one up, feel the love We wouldn't be here without ya Mix it strong, pour it out no doubt We're always thinking about ya Ain't gonna let you down Just wanna make you proud

Be with you all night Just let me fall asleep Just let me fall asleep So let me go up there I can be fresh air Stay with you all night Just let me love you Just for a while or two Just let me be here

Feel the chain no longer holds Finding yourself or you find that soul Reaching for answers that no one knows I've sung the blues for every broken heart in here Time to light up this joint with some boogie woogie Feelings move your hips I've too felt love

It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down Next time

It's getting closer now We're better off without you Feel the pressure I can feel the pressure Feeling empty, I can Some things I'll never know And I had to let them go Tell me where our time went And if it was time well spent

Am I blue, ah am I blue Ain't these tears in these eyes telling you You'll be too I said if this plans with your man Done fell through Oh there was a time When I was, when I was he's only one But look at me and see now

Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your baby's gone, and you're all alone And it looks like the end And you're back out on the street And you're tryin' to remember How do

It'll take you to the other side 'Cause I got what you need, so come with me and take the ride I don't need to see the other side We're going to the other side Right here, right now, I put the offer out I don't wanna chase you down I know you see it, you

Being an all nighter with the hippies and the hicks Money grows in rows And if it don't you've gone broke We crank it up, down here We get loud, down here The jocks and bikers they all came to kick it in the sticks Our side of the barbed wire We hang out

In my world, the day is no threat In my world, there is an absence of light "Genetic superior cell" controlled By fathomless and unbearable A radical new form of plastic and rage Biologically optimized But with a strangling pulse In your world, you find