Pancake Breakfast
Me and my homies tho
you know we kick it like everyday
Me and my homies, kick it like everyday
[Nate Dogg]
But I'm alone in my room
and I dont have no one to talk to
I catch a girl with my phone
and cause some folks who know what I go through
after I smoke a joint, come on
to keep my temper low
I parlay with my friends
there's really no where else to go
(Chorus) x2
Me and my homies though
you know we kick it like everyday
Me and my homies, kick it like everyday
[2 Pac]
I ain't shit without my homeboys
rather be burie
Too Many Hands
She's one of a kind
Sometimes hard to find
Like a rainbow
Well, she's lost all her glory
And could tell you some stories
That we all should know
And there's too many hands
Being laid on her
Too many eyes will never see
That it's dragging her down
But you won't hear a sound as
She turns 'round
Her beauty all aflight
It always seems to turn the tide
At midnight
And for her there is no rest
We are doing what is best
For our future
One of these days she may not
Be so good to you
One of these days she might
Shake you to the ground
But her fire is still
Burning
And her heart is still yearning
To be found