) Uh, gangsta mental, stay poppin' Cristal Pack a black pistol in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown Pinky-ringin', gondolas wit the man singin' Italian music down the river
more people haven't got mental health problems Thinking is one of the most stressful things I've ever come across And not being able to articulate what I want to say drives
river 'cuz the river don't run Same thing make you laugh, make you cry That's why what goes around comes around, my son Walk down the river 'cuz the river
a hospital gown Popping the trunk, my pumper stay cocking the round I shit logs and I piss river brown Cause I drink creek water and spit the river Nile
me back I need somebody to love me bad Dig deep in the mojo Bad luck running through my veins Cook up some bontemps medicine And drive this curse away To drive
behind bars Cause my acronym for thug is True Hero Under God But still I'm a criminal cause I got gold teeth Ain't no justice for blacks, just-us
mental, stay poppin Cristal Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!) Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin Italian music down the river
stay poppin Cristal Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!) Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin Italian music down the river
Killa Kali is the state of the drive by) Mothers on they knees Wit' tears in they eyes, why? ('Cuz Killa Kali is the state of the drive by) It's Killa
rains And I look across the river Where they dance the night away I watch the couples On the corner of town Men dressed in black tie The ladies in gowns A taxi pulls up Drives
When you're out there on the highway While you're driving roll on by Going south between the bridges While the rivers running dry And if you can't come
taken is never renewed The river runs red, black rain falls Dust in my hand River runs red, black rain falls On my bleeding land, oh yeah The river runs red, black
through And you're driven like the snow Pure in heart, driven together And given away to the west A white dress but still the river don't run A black
crushed your fucking chest. "Razors, roses and a black tomorrow." You wouldn't know love if it crushed your fucking chest. "Razors, roses and a black
Rebellion of a drive prince afraid to turn to ask for help Even if you could see through my Falling apart to die why? And even if you could see through
On a pitch black highway looking for a road You're sleeping on a stormy bed honey, who will be your coat You came to be my driving wheel, you came to
Cadillac through Purvis Hope I don't crash when I hit Petal Get my ass kicked in the white ghetto Prejudice police won't let me go So I'ma drive slow
Move out before the click, click, pow Man, I don't like that nigga anyway, I heard he been rattin' We can drag him to the river, Stone, nah, leave him
