(Getting in tune to the straight and narrow) Right in on you Right in on you (right in on you) Getting in tune to the straight and narrow Yeh I'm getting in tune to the straight and narrow Right in tune I'm in tune And I'm gonna tune I'm getting in tune

Ice Cube with The Lench Mob I got it goin' on A nigga that's livin' in the city of the criminal zone One time can't keep the law in order 'Cause everybody's goin' crazy for a quarter You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area The way I'm talkin

Do you wanna be a friend of mine? Amy don't you go I want you around Singin' woah, please don't go Is your heart singing out of tune Dirty records from another time Some blood stains on your shoes Amy please don't go Are your eyes just singing the blues

Standin' on the corner Of Toulouse and Dauphine Waitin' on Marie-Ondine I'm tryin' to place a tune Under a Louisiana moonbeam On the planet of New Orleans In a bar they call The Saturn And in her eyes of green And somethin' that she said in a dream

And don't you know each cloud contains I knew I'd get ya And every time it rains, it rains, pennies from heaven (shoob doobie) Don't you know each cloud contains pennies from heaven (shoob doobie) You'll find your fortune fallin' all over the town Be

Bad luck don't bother me I'm used to misfortune, baby Used to the bitter end I'm used to trial and troubles 'Cause I never had a friend--bad luck Well, well, bad luck Well, I'm used to trial and troubles I'm used to takin' beatings Used to being alone

Will a matchbox hold my clothes? But I woke up cold in hand Hey, sometimes I wonder, darling You know I haven't got so many You better pin'er up to your side Now, this tune should be easy for you to deal with All you gotta do is remember back home, You

I guess I'll always be Of a windmill going round A soldier of fortune. Now I feel I'm growing older And all the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound I have often told you stories about the way I lived the life of a drifter waiting

We gonna burn all afternoon like it's something to smoke So baby I don't know about you but I'm ready to roll We got some laid back country tunes on the radio We gotta whole lot of nothing to do and no where to go Girl I've been at work all week Fingers

Faded off the kush I'm gone Only two years old when daddy brought them hookers home Looking like my grandma, my niggas got that ammo We jack son then light up the "L", Samuel Tunechi in this bitch nigga, y'all niggas bitch niggas Rats gone rat and snakes