Goodie Mob - Rebuilding Lyrics
(big gipp)Youse a baffoon, caught up in your own cocoonLeave your head rest maroonDrunk heavy in the side street saloonTil I figured it out, to the 3rd degreeIm the milli in the meterIm the gram up in the kiloIm the wave up in the oceanThe c up in the coast andThe b up in the bostonSo what you looking for or looking at nowYou aint got what you gotta shakeCaught it on the sidewalk fakeI gets down, further digging downHurt for the red dirt at the same timeHit rewind if your ass didnt hear me clearHit rewind if your ass didnt hear me clearHookMy old hood could use a little rebuildingA better place for these ghetto childrenI aint gonna let em take the o out my joyBefore you can rebuild, youve got to destroyAnd these walls gonna come tumbling downThese walls gonna come tumbling down(cee-lo)Well I remember when, I was slanging nothing but weedI aint ? ? ? round here that cant tell you about meFortunately I done changed the way I used to beWhen so many didnt have an alternative to seeMusic saved my life and now Ill never forget itThats why I try to glorify God with itBut it still remains, its in my veinsI know that ima sin, I just hope hell forgive me againOkay, Im right and wrong in the same dayAnd its always gonna be someone wholl see it the same wayAnd if I react, who was that guy to blame, heyYou ***** with me, I ***** with you thats how the game playedI had a choice to let it go, but if you dont let it goThen I aint got no choice no moreTwo lives gone to waste, one dead and the other caught a caseWith 50 years to faceIm raising ghosts, Im rebuildingHook(t-mo)Im so tired of my people not knowing what we doing to ourselvesAnd we blame it on them, but we stuck in the same frameTrapped inside a mental instrumental bondHoping to run, but theres a gun, what could you really doEverybody new kicking the old ? ? ? to the floorBut now its more shit, crooked, shady, talking bout the presidentHes *****ing other ladies, blowing up spots we supposed to hitAnd casually they spreading billions to the little children overseasNiggas moving gs, Im on my knees praying God pleaseA nigga just wanna eat and sleepWith my gun in my own little world and raise my little kidsDoing the best I can nigga(khujo)Shit, look who talking nowYou gotsta crawl before you walk, ohh dont follow to closeWhere I think you might stopWe all can see that the grass is the same color on the other side of the fenceGive thanks, people thank alarm clocks, wake em upEvery morning brother I gotta stay prayed upCause the pistol aint gonna save my life when its time to goIts just in case I get a chance to retaliateI used aint have nothing positive to sayDoing my little five minutes of fameWho done forget from which they cameAcknowledge his name, lord, youve been so good to meBetter than Ive been to myselfKeep us in good healthThe white mans food makes my stomach upchuckBut I gotsta be strong, to defeat my enemiesFor the kill, macs in your sideJudging buildings, they cant be no playgrounds for these childrensHook
