Rubber band, you're like a rubber band-
You keep on snapping back at me,
so this is jealousy.
Hollow vase, you are a hollow vase,
and when you talk to yourself
you hear an answer back.
What type of world are you living in?
What type of sweet thing
would make the medicine better?
What type of world are you waiting for?
You give me one of those headaches
one drink won't take away.
Learning how to hate.
Rumour true, rumour false-
It's all the same to you
on cloud cockoo.
And every mistake that I've ever made
comes back to haunt me,
my own fools gallery.
What type of world are you living in?
What type of sweet thing
would make the medicine better?
What kind of world are you waiting for?
You give me one of those headaches
one drink won't take away.
Learning how to hate.
Our clam chowder comes without the powder-
It doesn't happen here,
this is a nice place.
(solo)
What type of world are you living in?
What type of sweet thing
would make the medicine better?
What kind of world are you waiting for?
You give me one of those headaches
one drink won't take away.
Learning how to hate.
Learning how to hate.
(Learning how to hate)
--->> Enrique Morano emorano@hotmail.com <<---For the thugs
Yes sir, ha ha
I'm doin' this one for the thugs
Yes sir
My boy dooda, wa's up fool
(Down South)
Tut, ha ha haa
We've been seen (Aye yo C!), they on a roll
hurry up nigga, come on, they got guns
(I'm doin' this one for the thugs)
They got big guns!
They wanna go to war nigga
Hah?(Yes sir, for the thugs)
they don't wanna die, they don't mean that
Hah
[verse 1]
If it wasn't for the Hennesey
and thug livin' for my enemy
my brother still be alive and apart of me
so I, say a prayer for that playa
and I, take my fire everywhere, see
Its kinda hard when you missin' yo' dawgs
another name on the wall
they keep takin the fall
yes I be livin though
dead and gone befo' we twenty fo'
or in jail but cha'll don't here me though
is this world about to end
if not then explain to me, how come I'm losin my friends
and why I'm livin' wit my kid
and why I'm fifty grand short from gettin' me a brand new benz
its kinda hard for the black man
I watch the million man march for the black man
and through the sun and rain
I love enjoyin' pain
I know we be livin' strange but we'll maintain hey
[chorus]
I'm doin' this one for the thugs
and the niggas on the corner sellin' drugs
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and the boys down south much love
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs and the boys in the city much love
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and the dogs in the grove much love
[verse 2]
See, I, I, gotta called from the crib
my dawg got killed
gotta all my homies in tears
and we don't know who the killas is
it could of been the lick
it could of been the hit
I 'on't know we stayed in some shit so
we put his face on a shirt
and shedded tears for the game
(a thug in memory boy)
cuz it's hard to hide the pain
they teach us some better thangs
the shoes his mama a back cuz she could use the