Universal Language

Never sat out, it wasn't right

Wouldn't let us out the ghetto in the dead of night

The croutons and the lettuce lost half my mind

Couldn't settle for the blessings I will have in time

The weather's hot, the word is true

He's in denial but I hope my **** make it through

Yeah, he dropped out but that vertical could've paid for school

He'd rather play with that yayo, two-day-old outfit

On the bus singing everybody plays the fool

Lost his way being way too cool

Character corrupted by the substance abuse and baby boo

Looking for love, I got a hazy view, blaze a few

Blunts for the grand-ma-ma's born in eighty-deuce

Pour a little liquor to back up my boo

Two blocks of killers words of warfare

Come froms the Cutlass coupe

They comin' up or they comin' through, what it do?

For the love of it, it accepts me so free

And when I'm trapped in my mind, it's everywhere I wanna be

Yeah, it's like spinning it around

And turn in to gold dust

Just to be swept in the feeling

Shine it on all of us, let it shine

On the mothership, too hot for landing

All around the globe, we the sound, shake the planet

Travel with a band, take a man, we demand it

Plan it, hits with you that fly shit, my shit

My sound banging all for your listening pleasure

While you swangin', got them bells rangin'

Yo, we be the best this year

Can't nobody come close to the effect in here