Lock and load your gun, where I'm from, the Third World son Been to many places but I'm Third world-born Guerrillas hit and run where I'm from: the Third World son You polluted everything, and now the Third World's gone The waters poisoned where I'm from

Keep it 100 nigga, no fakin' Been through everything, see it on our faces Go against the grain, 100 rounds waitin' Been around the world, hustle all places But that '85 Cutlass is my foundation Slauson Ave nigga, but my hoes laces Palisades bitches, let

He'd love to spend the night in Zion He's been a long while in Babylon He'd like a lover's wings to fly on To a tropic isle of Avalon His world is under observation We monitor his station Under faces and the places Where he traces points of view He picks

Carry on, carry on, carry on We didn't need a story, we didn't need a real world We just had to keep walking And we became the stories, we became the places We were the lights, the deserts, the faraway worlds We were you before you even existed And after

I, I did it all With every broken bone I swear I lived I owned every second That this world could give I saw so many places Hoping you take that jump But don't fear the fall Hope when the water rises

Well I know that getting you alone isn't easy to do Stop the world 'cause I wanna, get off, with you Stop the world 'cause I wanna, get off, with you. Open Sesame. (We've places to go) We've people to see. (Let's put 'em on hold) There's all sorts of

Universal traveler So far away I know so many Places in the world I follow the sun In my silver plane If you have a look Outside on the sea

I swear I lived I, I did it all Oh,oh,oh,oh I owned every second that this world could give I saw so many places, the things that I did With every broken bone, I swear I lived Hope when you take that jump, you don't fear the fall Hope when the water

So long to the boys in the band Goodbye traveling Goodbye travelling Freight train Why am i , iým arriving late tonight And the world is turning Round and round the sun All the places spinning by and by one by one Coming home, iým on time Been gone such

I traveled the world, and been a lot of places Believe me dog, ain't nothin' like home And if you want somethin' done, you gotta do it yourself, you got drama? Who's gonna clap that chrome? Nobody like you, somebody like me When death I'm ready for it in