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ready to fucking peel your cap
And if ya don't understand don't test me
Cause the P ain't living fucking nappy
I'll leave some motherfucking flowers
Reunite me
It's time to reunite me

As time goes by I hide the truth
Cannot stand myself with a broken shell
As time goes by I try to choose
Don't
My Grandaddy was a railroad man 
When I was young he took me by the hand 
Dragged me to the station at the break of dawn 
Said "boy I got to show
My Grandaddy was a railroad man 
When I was young he took me by the hand 
Dragged me to the station at the break of dawn 
Said "boy I got to show
Down near the village of old San Miguel
In a far away place by the sea
Lived Maria Consuela Manuel
A lady of high born degree
And she was sixteen
to do
I'm in the wasteland

The gangs are doin' drive-by's in L.A.
Quinn is drillin' ink and we're gettin' laid
Your shotgun cops are goin' to hell
told me shit's game
Now I'm by the lake on the cellular while I get brain
I'm a citizen, my truck when I switch lanes
Shorty starts screamin', I told
mind
There ain't no rose of San Antone
And I can make it on my own
These can't be tears in my eyes
'Cause cowboys don't cry

Why's that old radio
digger's ass

Oceanside it ends the ride, San Clemente coming up
Sunday desperadoes slip by, gas station closed, 
Cruise with a dry back
Orange drive-in
told me shit's game
Now I'm by the lake on the cellular while I get brain
I'm a citizen, my truck when I switch lanes
Shorty starts screamin', I told
digger's ass

Oceanside it ends the ride, San Clemente coming up
Sunday desperadoes slip by, gas station closed, 
Cruise with a dry back
Orange drive-in
Oceanside it ends the ride with San Clemente coming up
Those Sunday desperadoes slip by and cruise with a dry back
And the orange drive-in the neon billin'
Oceanside it ends the ride with San Clemente coming up
Those Sunday desperadoes slip by and cruise with a dry back
And the orange drive-in the neon billin'
sho
Califoolya, San Quinn reppin' the Moe

Yeah I run up in a party mane and rep my district (and rep my district)
And run up on yo boy like "Nigga
as men
Either Rawkus Isle Four Shone or San Quinn
Where my life end fuck doin time in the pen
I'd rather die fuck time in the pen secret indictment

I'm
better guard your trenches cause we runnin' through 'em

(Do it fluid Mess up my mind)

(Tell me somethin' huh?)
(How come they never cross over
so 

We hit the strip from San Jose, to Vallejo 

Make more scrilla by the mouth piece 

Non-talking niggas don't know shit about me 

Ignore
up one day, Lord to find that I was by myself
With dreams of Georgia cotton and California wine

Sunday mornin' found me standin' 'neath
the summer came
Sunday morning found me standin' neath the red light at her door
Right cross sent me reelin' put my face down on the floor
In place of my
come we ain't gettin no higher?

I cross sands in distant lands, made plans with the sheiks
Why you beef with freaks as my album sales peak?  uhh
All I
Parody of Mama DOn't Get Dressed Up For Nothing by Brooks & Dunn (Kix Brooks/Don Cook/Ronnie Dunn, Sony/ATV Tunes L.L.C. dba Cross Keys
don't go far
I just go crazy
I buried all of my old clothes out in some field in West Des Moines
And if you judge me tonight
Judge me by the songs I write
was a poet, right?
Talk all you want I'm taking no advice
Nigga, I'm 'bout to relish in this anguish
And I'm stressing over payment, so don't tell me
Adidas and gangster hats
A ?? ?? ??, yo here we go
I'm tired of brothers tryin to front like they don't hear me though
Knowin' if it wasn't for me, they
time
No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running

Cause I gotta pack them shows
And Dre told me ain't no coming back from gold
So I gotta get my album