[Coolio]
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I take a look thru the window and all I see is pain
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burnin on my brain like some weird type of acid rain
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or a virus, it's something that I can't explain
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I use to be different but now it seems that I'm the same
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as the rest of these hard heads in my hood
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I'm livin foul even though momma raised me good
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Everywhere I turn it and everywhere I look
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everybody that I know is, livin like a crook, and the
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The cops wanna throw the book
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the kitchen sink, a upper cut and a left hook
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How can I explain this battering that we caught, it
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wasn't the way I was raised, it was the way I was taught
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And the streets is a motherfucker (motherfucker)
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But I be growin up like another sucker ('nother sucker)
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I say the bomb be the last as I reflect on the past
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with my face, pressed against the glass
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[sample x4:] "Goin down slowly, slowly, goin down"
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[Billy Boy]
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In nightfall thru the window, a silhouette
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Beads of sweat and the palm of my hand is still wet
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So put the safety on the Tek because this ??? ??? started yet
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So many yesterdays I can't forget
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And now it's nighttime but it seem like daytime
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Helicopter lights makin the bud light like sunshine on my mind
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Crack addicts, kids with automatics
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Thugs who want static and those who already had it
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Manifestations of a spirit, trapped in a flesh cage
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Mind in fifth gear, imagination rampage
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My brothers is walking thru night like a thief in the night
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Three strikes you're out because the color's not right
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And all I axe is "Why we jack and fight?" and try to save enough right
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and I'm wrapped too tiiiight, uhh
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Blowin in the pistol, suckin on some indo, lookin thru the window
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and that's all I see, uhh
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[sample x4:] "Goin down slowly, slowly, goin down"
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[Coolio]
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I'm hittin corners on the boulevard, lookin hard
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Rims are shinin, sound is bumpin, I'm a superstar, yeah
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Rollin in the ride and it's not mine but
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that's alright cos I still feel fine
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[Billy Boy]
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Now I'm strapped with nothin but my mind and a screwdriver
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Gimme twenty seconds at your skills like MacGyver (who?)
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And I can take anything that I wanna take
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but when you slip and push your fate, I'm parlayin off your paper like when
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I'm
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[Coolio]
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Yankee Doodle came to Jersey rollin on some Dayton's (Dayton's)
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Kept an Uzi under his seat so fools wouldn't take him (take him)
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[Billy Boy]
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My homey had a cadillac sweeter than all the others
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Went into the wrong hood, so they choked the motherfucker
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[Coolio]
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That's how it goes (yeah) and that's how it feels (right)
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New Jersey Drive is for real
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That's how it goes and that's how it feels
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New Jersey Drive is for real (ugh)
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[sample x4:] "Goin down slowly, slowly, goin down"
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Thru The Window
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Coolio |