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Jim Jones
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My Generation
Every block got cribs, even schools got blocks Everywhere got essays, essays With the wrong colors ear, you shine like a dear [?] He's in a gang, she's in a gang Pop up, show up by your bang bang, bang Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Cry, cry, cry, for my generation Only God knows!
[Wyclef Jean:] It ain't come, ya It ain't come, ya It ain't come, ya It ain't come, ya
Left for [?] Reason to call the fly bush Police can't get [?]in the bush That's the life in Brooklyn New York Then I moved to Jersey where it still cause more [?] One [?], two [?], three [?], four But your life worth more than [?] I got many styles, many styles, For example this is the one and this is na, na, na, na, na me Still got the swag and that's [?] Many wanna beat me but they [?] But they can only be on fool G's [?] My watch will blind the sun [?] [?] But I cry, cry, cry for my generation!
[Chorus:] Every block got cribs, even schools got blocks Everywhere got essays, essays With the wrong colors ear, you shine like a dear [?] He's in a gang, she's in a gang Pop up, show up by your bang bang, bang Cry, cry, cry, for my generation Only God knows!
Generation X [?] Coke to the crack, crack to the x, Hero to the Weed, weed to the meth They talk like choppers Some generation, where we dealt it off and [?] [?]hold on to the [?] They talk like choppers, but they jam [?] I'm watching every day, while he go down [?] Cause everybody wanna be 2pac Every other two blocks [?] Every fool on TV fools you, Come here little man, let me school you! Yeah, you see 'em with the money and the rims, the diamonds the shining But half of these boys, they're lying
Will I try, for my generation And all the time, for my [?] We ain't [?]got the [?]we're getting high, got the [?]getting wasted. I know, got the [?] He made a couple million dollars of statements So now, got the fresh chasing [?] He's black and he's famous [?]
[Chorus:] Every block got cribs, even schools got blocks Everywhere got essays, essays With the wrong colors ear, you shine like a dear [?] He's in a gang, she's in a gang Pop up, show up by your bang bang, bang Cry, cry, cry, for my generation Only God knows!
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