at the dmz And roll on in, gonna roll in it, honey But I get a feelin' like when big things collide Like the crack before the thunder, like I really
while you scared of the people livin under ground heard the sound of the clap made you wonder If it was a gun the crowd or some thunder All of that
some of that hip hop baby, baby Verse (FatLip) Where did hip hop go The freestyle flow The beats that bring your first to your face like oh shit! Make
the thunder roll Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo' And bruise by the case Slap you in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced Likwit Kings wit
I heat my heat off the hook with this siccmade shit, straight made nigga Fuck it, pass me the straight lace liquor to the face nigga Off the Thunder
he see the thunder roll Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo' and bruise by the case SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced Likwit Kings
quick) Yea, Jammie Sommers bring the thunder, what? (Word up, doo-doo stain bitches) Yo, yo, uh-huh, yo Yo save John Bennett, trauma John Bell Lace stay
for Gods' glory Plenty faith in the persecution is inventory I been spit in the face, still exhibiting grace Kicked out many a place, just for sharing my faith My belt tight, shoes laced
ready for war, suited and booted Undisputed dame, been the same, in the game Since my Tenants had fat laces, smack faces With Tipsy (Ouch) intoxicated
Continues until I leave mankind Can't find control of the wheels on the van like BAM!! We land on your plate like a housefly Just another face from the
intention to ride, every time all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar For me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride Breakin
my birthday and threw up The Yankees playin' against the Indians, it's two up My TV too fuzzy, I can't really tell who up Let my laces drag, too lazy
. With lace and feathers and grass so green. Softer than what's in between our skin when the sun has left the sky. When I fall into your eyes. Kiss my face
and make it Stand up, stand up and face it Stand up Get on the red dress, slip on the lace Up for a high heel and a pretty face Woman wanna get you
Tears roll down her face, Cross the black satin lace, onto the finest suit I've ever worn. All my friends are gathered round, Looks like the whole town
the thunder roll Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo' And bruise by the case SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced Likwit Kings wit
Gather ?round, gather ?round, hurry Uh, welcome! uh, little boys and girls Listen, I?m 'bout to lace, y?all motherfuckers About Oakland, the city of dope
