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She said she was going to see Grandma 
Who lives by the river so wide 
And I guess my mommy's feeling bad 
And perhaps she won't be home tonight
She said she was going to see Grandma 
Who lives by the river so wide 
And I guess my mommy's feeling bad 
And perhaps she won't be home tonight
She said she was going to see Grandma 
Who lives by the river so wide 
And I guess my mommy's feeling bad 
And perhaps she won't be home tonight
Broadcasting live from the left coast
The land of la la, movie stars, pimps, playas, hustlers and purse straps
It's w balls, the station that murders them all
every day, 
I wanna smoke some weed and roll me the J,
Thankya Jesus! (Thank you Jesus!)
Thankya Lord! (Thank you Lord!)
For lettin' me live another
stealing killing or chillin whatever your choice
Smoke some weed smoke ya pipe fuck it 
Life if how you live it
I grab the mic while tha DJ groove it
Pippen on the assist
I'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks
That was ‘95, couple of us ain’t live til '96
Gangbanging, cane slanging
prettier women
Super sticky weed I'm puffing late up in the villa
South east suite metro post smoking and chilling
Waiting on my bitch to come through
BAM!) thrown one
Yeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteen
Shootin' that (that's that shit!) in his blood stream
That's the life of a crimey, real live
the ghetto
Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto
In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout
Pushing the big joint from down South
So if you're filthy
the ghetto
Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto
In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout
Pushing the big joint from down South
So if you're filthy
all up in the ghetto
Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto
In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout
Pushing the big joint from down South
Let me get some gin pour up
Got some bomb weed roll up
Niggas got their gang thrown' up
These niggas got their game, they got it from us
I'm with my
to lose the mental 
Abuse a gin for a while, taking straight shots 
Hold my brother behind the gates, locked 
Beat and backed by the state cops
that I got, yo
Is shit I worked hard for
Life in the metro's so cold

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[gangsta boo]
I'm on some other type shit
I'm on some crazy ass shit
I'm
being patient
Live life every day like it's yo last day
Smoke some weed; dump your problems in the ashtray
On Sunday shine yo glass like cascade
Fuck
the gates and doors, let the games begin
Givin' it up yeah cause I spike the gin
??? Sunday confess my sins
Wake up on Monday, ya be at it again
From now
draws
Ring, ring, ring
Quiet y'all
Incoming call
Plus this my homie from high school
He's getting by
It's time to worry
Another brotha
Nobody cry
Life
bottles of gin incase I don't get in
Tell all my people I'm a Ridah
Nobody cries when we die, we outlaws let me ride

Until I get free
I live my life
Breath stinkin' in my drawls
Ring, ring, ring, quiet y'all, incoming call
Plus this my homie from high school, he gettin' by
It's time to bury another
Fiendin for the stinky as I rolls to the weed spot
Jump back in my ride I see a bitch, honk the horn
Parks my shit, bump the bitch, I'm ( ? ) hit my turf,
on the creep down by Vick's weed spot(So what! )
Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man

Ya had me stressin
a jake on the creep down by Vicks weed spot(so what)
Made a you-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man

Ya
in the living room gin 
A life with a plan nine acres on a land 
Building self by yourself helpin out a fellow man 
Prepare for the essence when
in the living room gin 
A life with a plan nine acres on a land 
Building self by yourself helpin out a fellow man 
Prepare for the essence when