Grew up some savages,
Workin for the finer things,
Roaches flyin high,
they must be breathin in the cannabis,
Can I, bug you for a moment,
Cause when I look at you,
You got my spidey senses tinglin.
Yeah ya voice sounds so sweet,
I cah taste that,
Ya hair blowin in de wind,
The streets cah smell that.
I promise if I go in,
Ahh be worth a while,
And God willin,
ahh be longa than 8 mile.
Cuz I wanna see ya eyes,
in de sunshine,
Don't believe tha lies,
Baby don't cry.
Cause summa times ended,
You cah fall into my arms,
Cause I will hold you close,
I won't let go far.
