Lyrics:
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
the hill ordeal it's ill
man this shit is deep huh! I'm goin' deep undercover like a motherfucker way
beneath the sheets full blows get thrown
niggarino
I got a house out in the hills right next to chino
And I think I got a black beama'
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like bugsy segal,
sedan DeVille (sedan DeVille), house on the hill (house on the hill)
Countin' up my scrill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel
Nigga, how you feel? (Nigga,
healing
when i hold your hand, then i get this feeling
your the only one, feel so proud
sweet, sweet girl your love is all around
love is all around ,
will go
Will go
Just keep your eyes up to the hills
It's gonna be okay
Even when this life's unreal
You can find strength
In the God who is by your side
your best out"
And I did it, milky
Milk this cow
Milk this cow
Milk this cow, the best way we know how
Park Hill projects, chicka-POW!
Hold
love for my niggas livin' lavish
[Snoop]
I got a pet named P she niggarino
I got a house out in the Hills right next to Chino
and I think I got
feet are off the edge
And I'm already falling
The water's washin' in
And your voice is callin' me
I'm in too deep
So much love that I can't sleep
I'm in
said "I was in the grape van"
Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty
Come Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movie
Hell, you know my repertoire is
Living for the love of things
And I know the man above
Looking down and is too ashamed, but empty space will makes you insane
Trinna make a capital hill
Uh
love than Delilah
Gemini two and a half man like Sheen and John Cryer
Limits the sky, no it isn't, there is no limits
Passion can't be denied, and with
No matter how hard I try
I can't deny that look in your eyes
Tryin' to tell me goodbye.
I'm losing your love, it's slippin' away
Minute by minute, day
(instrumental break)
It’s funny how different races hate each other,
The lengths they go to the hatred must be deep,
How can a man deliberately hurt a fellow
nothing but love, for my niggas living lavish
I got a pit named P, she niggarino
I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
And I, think I got
a bus, nigga
Mionetto, the Chef is on ill levels
Be the custom ill bezel, we get down
All the hills meddle
Real rebels that run through the real ghettos
braids (Alright)
Heatin' up, baby, I'm just heatin' up
(It's lit)
Need your love, not a need, it is a must
(Yeah)
Feelin' stuck, you know how to keep me up
bitch this year and shit
That's gon' be the reason why
All of my peers is threatened by me
I can tell, I can see jealousy livin' in need
These
niggarino
I got a house out in the hills right next to chino
And I think I got a black beama'
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like bugsy segal,
My brother had a son
And he found some higher purpose
Children mined some metals
Deep beneath my wired surface
A billion lonely stares
How I wish
how we do it
This is big truck style shit, diesel fluid
Slay bitches with the Shaolin slang
Stapletown, Park Hill, we just doing our thang
C'mon,
leaving dreams is greater
And the one place where I can feel just a little more alive
Sitting here alone in the hills of the 805
I realize, just how many
sedan DeVille (sedan DeVille), house on the hill (house on the hill)
Countin' up my scrill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel
Nigga, how you feel? (Nigga,
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