Rebuilding Lyrics by Goodie Mob Featuring Sleepy Brown

Rebuilding Lyrics

    (big gipp)
    You'se a baffoon, caught up in your own cocoon
    Leave your head rest maroon
    Drunk heavy in the side street saloon
    Til' i figured it out, to the 3rd degree
    I'm the milli in the meter
    I'm the gram up in the kilo
    I'm the wave up in the ocean
    The c up in the coast and
    The b up in the boston
    So what you looking for or looking at now
    You ain't got what you gotta shake
    Caught it on the sidewalk fake
    I gets down, further digging down
    Hurt for the red dirt at the same time
    Hit rewind if your ass didn't hear me clear
    Hit rewind if your ass didn't hear me clear

    Hook

    My old hood could use a little rebuilding
    A better place for these ghetto children
    I ain't gonna let 'em take the o out my joy
    Before you can rebuild, you've got to destroy
    And these walls gonna come tumbling down
    These walls gonna come tumbling down

    (cee-lo)
    Well i remember when, i was slanging nothing but weed
    I ain't ??? round here that can't tell you about me
    Fortunately i done changed the way i used to be
    When so many didn't have an alternative to see
    Music saved my life and now i'll never forget it
    Thats why i try to glorify god with it
    But it still remains, its in my veins
    I know that i'ma sin, i just hope he'll forgive me again
    Okay, i'm right and wrong in the same day
    And it's always gonna be someone who'll see it the same way
    And if i react, who was that guy to blame, hey
    You fuck with me, i fuck with you thats how the game played
    I had a choice to let it go, but if you don't let it go
    Then i ain't got no choice no more
    Two lives gone to waste, one dead and the other caught a case
    With 50 years to face
    I'm raising ghosts, i'm rebuilding

    Hook

    (t-mo)
    I'm so tired of my people not knowing what we doing to ourselves
    And we blame it on them, but we stuck in the same frame
    Trapped inside a mental instrumental bond
    Hoping to run, but theres a gun, what could you really do
    Everybody new kicking the old ??? to the floor
    But now its more shit, crooked, shady, talking 'bout the president
    He's fucking other ladies, blowing up spots we supposed to hit
    And casually they spreading billions to the little children overseas
    Niggas moving g's, i'm on my knees praying god please
    A nigga just wanna eat and sleep
    With my gun in my own little world and raise my little kids
    Doing the best i can nigga

    (khujo)
    Shit, look who talking now
    You gots'ta crawl before you walk, ohh don't follow to close
    Where i think you might stop
    We all can see that the grass is the same color on the other side of the fence
    Give thanks, people thank alarm clocks, wake 'em up
    Every morning brother i gotta stay prayed up
    Cause the pistol ain't gonna save my life when it's time to go
    Its just in case i get a chance to retaliate
    I used ain't have nothing positive to say
    Doing my little five minutes of fame
    Who done forget from which they came
    Acknowledge his name, lord, you've been so good to me
    Better than i've been to myself
    Keep us in good health
    The white mans food makes my stomach upchuck
    But i gots'ta be strong, to defeat my enemies
    For the kill, mac's in your side
    Judging buildings, they can't be no playgrounds for these childrens

    Hook

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