DJ Quik, Mausberg, Raphael Saadiq - Well lyrics

Now if I broke my leg, tell me
Would I be carried?
And would you still love, baby
If I was married? Or will I make the shot
Even if I was hurried?
And will I still be remembered
Even after I'm buried?
They got me waking up in
The morning getting loaded
Got me worrying so hard sometimes I'm
Feeling like my brain exploded
But I'm a break it down
Fix it and re-roll it
And show you haters out here
That I control it
I'm in this for something so
Different that you couldn't imagine
The style, the flyness, the beautiful hoes
The pile, the higness, the pitiful lows
That keeps a major player like
Me up on his toes no, not quite
I want my props on the merit of the hands
That I use to mould myself to
The spirit of a man
I'm just a tiny grain of sand under my God
The one who keeps me humble
Keeps me up and working hard
It's alright to be in love with yourself
But when your sex life gets bad
You ain't on the shelf
Lose your addictions, clean spirit's a must
Shed your inhibitions and come bounce with us
We trying to have fun from Japan to Compton
With no more evil cause it salts the program
See I never went back to
Something that burned out
And I ain't never did a
Party I ain't turn out

Things I used to do, I don't do no more
Places I used to go
Don't move me like before
Ahh, but it's gonna be rough

From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom
Real homeys don't forget about the
Ones who thought about em
Rags to riches, riches to rags
I apologize for hurting your feelings
Little fag back in the day we was
Young thinking everything was cool
Ditching school
Puffing beadies and drinking brew
Afraid of the bomb izm but we tried it
Ain't no sense in denying it
I loved that environment
Take a look back and damn near shed a tear
Reminiscing on the past time, year after year
When we grew up, things have changed
You in the penitentiary
I be dwelling in the rap game
Started at the same path but
I chose to go right
Looking for money and fame cause
I'm a rider for life
And all the slanging and banging and
Fucking rats in the past
I shook it to the left and
I ain't looking for a pass

Now I just want to do
My best whether it's work, play or either
And I ain't trying to be no
Preacher cause they ain't perfect neither
One of the coldest entertainers that
I done seen yet
With the skill to rock the fellas
And make the ladies sweat
But there's a method to the
Madness that I suffer from
Making the hardest dudes tremble
And even tougher run
It's called the spirit and it's fly
And it's making me bigger
Keeping me from stressing out and
Throwing nuttys on niggas
Ain't religion for me unless it's
All to the good
Cause I'm an open-minded ex-G with
My sights on the hood
Trying to keep the little YGs out
Of the line of the fire
Even if it means I'm gonna take the hit
Leak and expire
Now I see what Top was saying
Before he left his hole
That we'll shine like glitter, my nigga
But keep your soul
Don't give another nigga control of your gold
Share your parties with the world
And watch you get swirled