All she needed was some At a Clippers' game on the court-side Watch a nigga' shoot like a .4-5 They mad at me, too, I got more fire Why these bitches see you "go home, Roger" (Go home, Roger) Tia and Tamara in my bed I'm a smart guy I ain't fucking with

Got the best view in the world, Spendin' my days catchin' these rays, Watchin' coconut covered girls And they keep rollin' in, Like the waves on the sand Yeah, I'm sittin' pretty in Suntan City, They keep strollin' by, (It's 'bout that time a year

This river is wild Listen to the sound of the world Don't watch it turn Lets you go I never did get along with everybody else But you know I could stay here And watch the clouds fall from the sky Godspeed ya, boy

Um ba ba be It's the terror of knowing Watching some good friends Screaming 'Let me out' Pressure on people people on streets Under pressure Mm ba ba de Um bum ba de Um bu bu bum da de Pressure pushing down on me

And she did it for fun Natalie, she's probably out there thinking it's funny Telling everyone Well I'm digging a ditch for this gold-digging bitch Watch out she's quick Look out for a pretty little thing named Natalie If you see her tell her I'm coming

On my not so straight and narrow path Waitin' at a stop light yesterday As a funeral procession made its way through the gates Watched it roll up a winding road Through a field of green With white headstones All in a row And it made me think about where

Way up on Bear Creek, watching the sun go down Well, it makes me feel like I'm on my last go 'round If you stay up on Bear Creek, you'll get like Jesse James I'm going high, high, up on some lonesome hill Well, the water up on Bear Creek, tastes like

Last night, alone, I met the moon I saw its halo and the love around "Now take the path, don't ever lose your time Just watch the light you have inside" I watched inside and my eyes burned The moon was right Roots so deep, head so high I want to be in

Strike a match and set me on fire Watch it burn and flames getting higher You light me up, sweet old desire So won’t you come close to my fire? Close to my fire Ain’t no need to tell me why Baby, it’s cold when you’re gone Don’t make me wait, wait too

It's Trenchtown rock No want you fe galang so When it hits you feel no pain One good thing about music, when it hits you feel no pain (Trenchtown rock) I say don't watch that (Trenchtown rock) you reap what you sow (Trenchtown rock) and everyone know now