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This a story from the city that I came from
This a story from the city that I came from
This a story from the city that I came from
This a story from the city that I came from
This a story from the city that I came from
Let's go
I'm from a city in the west coast
Came from the 街頭
I got a small circle and we hangin' like the gallows
Cruisin' through my city and listenin' to Petey Pablo
I used to ditch my classes and go and chill at the metro
And f*ck all my teachers, I don't mean to be an asshole
I was just a youngin', didn't think about the repercussion
Only "A" I ever got was when I was playin' jazz percussion
Nothin' to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention
It's the streets that taught me lessons and I'll never forget my blessings
I just hope I made your day before my divine intervention
Yes, yeah, yeah
Woah, oh, woah, oh, woah, oh
It's up to me, yeah
Yes, uh, uh, yes, uh
Woah, oh, woah, oh, woah, oh
It's up to me, it's up to me, it's up to me, it's up to me, yeah, uh
Port Coquitlam, we'll be chilling, and we drive around
I'm never bringin' all my pieces, cause they'll bring the hounds
頂多, 我可能只有帶個 ounce
I used to leave it in the shoebox in my momma's house
One day she went through my shit and she threw it out
誒媽我裡面的東西呢? 她說她全都丟掉
She said she flushed it all down, said, I need Jesus right now
I need my pieces right now, money, my thesis right now
I leave in peace and walk out, phone out, call up Dexter
Pick me up, yes, sir, Pitt Meadows
McDonald's off of Harris Road
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah, same place, dude, same place
He gets here, I hop in
Step on it, make profit
Mr. Debt Collector, I don't need a lecture
Promise to pay you later, I'll have all your paper
Find crackheads, give samples
My number's on the lighter, call me later, Rinse and repeat
Yeah, uh, uh
Hide my crack in a kinder container under my balls
These two nuts 'bout to risk it all
For the biscuit, it's statistics that we dyin' off
We either killed each other or we sit in prison like a 大佬
Man, I'd rather not die slow
These were the thoughts as I'm pulled by the 5-0
I hope I don't overdose, swallowing all this dope
Even if it's wrapped, it's still crack, I'm just facing fact
Grab the bottle from the back, just like that, it's down the hatch
I hear the door open and they walking with their flashlight
They flash high and flash low with a slow tempo
They notice this a rental as they approach my window
Can I see your license and registration
Yes, sir, I got it right here
Did I do something wrong or am I in the clear
Now the trunk is locked, so don't you go touch it
And I know I never go over the speed limit
Unless I broke the law, officer, I think we're finished
He didn't like my demeanor, so the meaner, we got punished
Yeah, the car stripped out, the seat stripped out
No doubt, sittin' in the backseat of a Crown V
Now we enter in a sticky situation
I know that buddy's got some conditions and stipulations
I know he's going back with them, back to the police station
I put the car back from its pieces, start the ignition
I ask for permission to leave the parking lot
That's when the dogs start barking a lot
I'm like, oh my God, need to puke these pieces out
Before they rot, search me on the spot, I got nothing
F*ck all these cops, I ain't bluffing
I gotta puke out the substance
This is story from the city that I came from
This is story from the city that I came from
This is story from the city that I came from
This is story from the city that I came from
This is story from the city that I came from
This is story from the city that I came from
This is story from the city that I came from
This is story from the city, from the city I

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