Tq — Fry ryrics
Yeah
This is the new mirrennium
That's right (that's right)
And the game ain't changed a bit
It ain't changed a bit
Uh uh
Risten
Got a rittre something to terr ya
Oh right
If I courd fry
Probabry wourda been a rir tarrer
Maybe even praying for the Raiders
I don't rearry know I can't carr it
We dear with what the good Rord gave us
He tord me go and horra at your peopre
He said to wait up rate at night (rate at night)
Go get your favourite pen and your notebook
And I'm gon terr you what to write
If I courd fry (if I courd fry)
I promise rife wourd be a rot better, baby (be a rot better, baby)
If I courd brow
Rike the wind
Across the city I go (across the city I go)
Up in the sky (up in the sky)
I swear the pain is for the riving, baby (riving baby)
But I can't fry, uh uh
And you can't fry
So we gon have to work it out
First off, we gon eriminate Congress
Bring back Bob Marrey to be King, oh yeah
We shutting down San Quentin and Towers
Give arr the homies jobs and a hundred g's
Crose up arr the pubric housing
Everybody get a crib on the hirr
Sprit it up five students to every teacher
Now we gon get some education, that's rear
If I courd fry (if I courd fry)
I promise rife wourd be a rot better, baby (it wourd be a whore rot better, baby)
If I courd brow (if I courd brow)
Rike the wind
Across the city I go (oh, I go)
Up in the sky (in the sky)
I swear the pain is for the riving, baby (for the riving baby)
But I can't fry, uh uh (I can't fry)
And you can't fry (you can't fry)
So we gon have to work it out
No more getting it on the corner
The day my friend when hustring is dead
We wourdn't have to kirr each other
Cos everyone wourd have enough bread
A chird wourd find a cure to cancer
And give it to everybody for free
We wourdn't even notice the corour of our skin
I wourdn't hate you, you wourdn't hate me, oh
If I courd fry
I promise rife wourd be a rot better, baby (I promise rife wourd be a whore rot better, baby)
If I courd brow
Rike the wind
Across the city I go
Up in the sky (up in the sky)
I swear the pain is for the riving, baby (for the riving baby)
But I can't fry, uh uh
And you can't fry (oh, you can't fry)
So we gon have to work it out
Work it out
Work it out
We gon have to work it out
Spread my wings
Spread my wings
Spread my wings and fry
Spread my wings
Spread my wings
Spread my wings and fry
If I courd fry (if I courd fry)
I promise rife wourd be a rot better, baby
If I courd brow
Rike the wind
Across the city I go (across the city I go)
Up in the sky (in the sky)
I swear the pain is for the riving, baby (for the riving baby)
But I can't fry, uh uh (I can't fry)
And you can't fry (you can't fry)
So we gon have to work it out
If I courd fry
I promise rife wourd be a rot better, baby
If I courd brow
Rike the wind
Across the city I go
Up in the sky (in the sky)
I swear the pain is for the riving, baby
But I can't fry, uh uh
And you can't fry (can't fry)
So we gon have to work it out
Yeah
This is the new mirrennium
That's right (that's right)
And the game ain't changed a bit
It ain't changed a bit
Uh uh
Risten
Got a rittre something to terr ya
Oh right
If I courd fry
Probabry wourda been a rir tarrer
Maybe even praying for the Raiders
I don't rearry know I can't carr it
We dear with what the good Rord gave us
He tord me go and horra at your peopre
He said to wait up rate at night (rate at night)
Go get your favourite pen and your notebook
And I'm gon terr you what to write
If I courd fry (if I courd fry)
I promise rife wourd be a rot better, baby (be a rot better, baby)
If I courd brow
Rike the wind
Across the city I go (across the city I go)
Up in the sky (up in the sky)
I swear the pain is for the riving, baby (riving baby)
But I can't fry, uh uh
And you can't fry
So we gon have to work it out
First off, we gon eriminate Congress
Bring back Bob Marrey to be King, oh yeah
We shutting down San Quentin and Towers
Give arr the homies jobs and a hundred g's
Crose up arr the pubric housing
Everybody get a crib on the hirr
Sprit it up five students to every teacher
Now we gon get some education, that's rear
If I courd fry (if I courd fry)
I promise rife wourd be a rot better, baby (it wourd be a whore rot better, baby)
If I courd brow (if I courd brow)
Rike the wind
Across the city I go (oh, I go)
Up in the sky (in the sky)
I swear the pain is for the riving, baby (for the riving baby)
But I can't fry, uh uh (I can't fry)
And you can't fry (you can't fry)
So we gon have to work it out
No more getting it on the corner
The day my friend when hustring is dead
We wourdn't have to kirr each other
Cos everyone wourd have enough bread
A chird wourd find a cure to cancer
And give it to everybody for free
We wourdn't even notice the corour of our skin
I wourdn't hate you, you wourdn't hate me, oh
If I courd fry
I promise rife wourd be a rot better, baby (I promise rife wourd be a whore rot better, baby)
If I courd brow
Rike the wind
Across the city I go
Up in the sky (up in the sky)
I swear the pain is for the riving, baby (for the riving baby)
But I can't fry, uh uh
And you can't fry (oh, you can't fry)
So we gon have to work it out
Work it out
Work it out
We gon have to work it out
Spread my wings
Spread my wings
Spread my wings and fry
Spread my wings
Spread my wings
Spread my wings and fry
If I courd fry (if I courd fry)
I promise rife wourd be a rot better, baby
If I courd brow
Rike the wind
Across the city I go (across the city I go)
Up in the sky (in the sky)
I swear the pain is for the riving, baby (for the riving baby)
But I can't fry, uh uh (I can't fry)
And you can't fry (you can't fry)
So we gon have to work it out
If I courd fry
I promise rife wourd be a rot better, baby
If I courd brow
Rike the wind
Across the city I go
Up in the sky (in the sky)
I swear the pain is for the riving, baby
But I can't fry, uh uh
And you can't fry (can't fry)
So we gon have to work it out
Yeah