Lyrics
Verse One
I had to make a decision
People, it was crazy; I was going a mission
Had to make sure I would make no submission
Confidence up and I wouldn’t fuck up
Or this chick would be bitching
I had to call it off, tried to be subtle
But she came with these questions like fucking soap bubbles
Wasn’t having that shit, wasn’t going to be played
In my heart, I was right each and every day
Who had made the commitments even in stress?
Who had to work every day for the meager paycheck?
But he still made time, couldn’t be there always
And didn’t talk shit, like Benzino and Dave Mays
Take your ass on, ‘cause I’m still strong
I can still find love, ‘cause I’m that damn young
You still hated kissing, even when I paid you
Dubs, and that’s the fucking reason that I hate you
Chorus
Gonna stand up, gonna be wild
Take it to the streets; I am no child
I’m a grown man with some real needs
I want real love, people, not the real weed
I remit no regrets on this shit, man
I remit no regrets on this shit, man
I remit no regrets on this shit, man
I remit no regrets on this shit, man
Verse Two
I got to tell you now, homie
Once was nervous, but I feel good, homie
Feel so peaceful like I’m from the hood, homie
Really, it’s true, and I do this for you
‘Cause I’m in the mood, homie
But do you think I’m close-minded in the bad way
Cause if I’m not, then my shit’s about to turn gray
I’ll be the next Taylor Hicks, only cooler
With a number one single, and my singing will be smoother
Okay, back to the current situation
I let her down cool, and I saw no frustration
Did see sadness, no, I’m not laughing
I’m just scared this will lead to slashing
Tires or me, I don’t say it with glee
Did I happen to say that I was finally free?
Cause I am, and people, I remit no regrets
And I’m not burned out like Camel cigarettes, and I'm...
Chorus
Gonna stand up, gonna be wild
Take it to the streets; I am no child
I’m a grown man with some real needs
I want real love, homie, not the real weed
I remit no regrets on this shit, man
I remit no regrets on this shit, man
I remit no regrets on this shit, man
I remit no regrets on this shit, man
Verse Three
I remit no regrets
Chivalry is stupid and hip-hop is dead
Shitting on the latter, you heard what I said
Trying to be happy, verses getting crappy
Like lines from “Ed”
Look, I really think this chick will be fine
And I wish her the best as we go through time
You See? Bonanza can be a nice guy
And you all just stare, just asking me why
Shut your face up, I’m the kingpin
I’m the pure one, y’all just commit sin
I’m just kidding man, really need a laugh here
It wasn’t like I polluted you with grain Beer
Last stanza, man, and life goes on
Happy 5th, Mag, Lord Ixzion
True Bonanza’s got the real spit
He’s the truth man, he’s the real shit
Chorus
Gonna stand up, gonna be wild
Take it to the streets; I am no child
I’m a grown man with some real needs
I want real love, people, not the real weed
I remit no regrets on this shit, man
I remit no regrets on this shit, man
I remit no regrets on this shit, man
I remit no regrets on this shit, man
