Lyrics:
a fly-by
It is I, mindin' my own mind
Father time be the boss cOMES AT A COST
He aint never lost fAME IS FAKE
CAUSE IT FADES pop the fame bubble
Cause he
Another episode of a Doggy Dogg tale, you know me well
You know I'm coming by the smell
I'm here when you see the weed smoke in the air
Party
lately
Said that you've been drivin' and swingin' by me lately
(Chorus)
Smokin', fuckin', drinkin' whiskey
Drivin' while I'm a little tipsy
Text me, tell
O.T.D I wanna lose my mind ,baby girl I got the drugs that you like
Gettin lit while you tootin them lines, party animal all up in your eyes...aye
Smokin
No one will stop me
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
Ogs survive, you still alive, a lot
No one will stop me
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
Ogs survive, you still alive, a lot
speak 'hood and suburban
So the people in the 'jects
Still respect my sermons
Merge it, LeapFrog it, Kermit
You want a pass, you'll need a permit
fed
Patrolling angels' bounteous
Saint Job, never commit a sin of his shot
I walked out but was still trapped in a box
Church bell rang, it's time
you're approved by millions of people
Nothing
Last I checked, the world is still a mess
And you know Talon still isn't to be messed with
Religion won't
a pic)
They eat up the drip, so I custom my 'fit
(Eat the drip) still in the field
I'm equipped with them sticks (Hah)
Pussy ass niggas ain't rockin' like
Perriering
Now we out in Pari niggas still-white girls
Uh, I said it's Kid Ink baby
Somewhere out here in Pari
Still I'm smokin' on lA california Mary
Ain't
across
Money do somersaults, Bentley on young adults
Stuntin' on them hoes, it ain't me, its the money folk
Still make it rain, get struck by a money
Growing up the fastest, bilingual bastards
Trying to get it Dawg and we still ducking taxes
Build it all up and they still wanna bash us, yea
And we was
Where'd I fuck it up enough to end up
On Marion?
A strategic retreat
I got deceived by the Dean
Move back to Pasadena
For believers in me
I got a couple
and we have a good bash
But if you called me I'd leave in a flash, like
Woah
Baby, I just wanna hold you
Internet chores is my life, and I told you
Baby
up for you
Ay
I put it down, beat it up for you
I ain't been drinking but I'm drunk for you
Baby girl I should put yo ass in a mansion
Dream team, you
the universe made you mine
Sippin’ Margaitas Mai Tais
Smokin’ Maui wowie ’til we high
Little baby got gemstones in her eyes
I can take you anywhere that comes
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda want to be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had
shit the night still young shorty make up your mind
you with boss baby there will be no waitin line come
let this dirty south nigga talk dirty to you put
birth up a baby
And burpin my baby and don't have a lady
Come back from the walk and she actin so shady
And smokin with homie, it still doesn't phase me
[cover song of "I Got 5 On It" by Luniz]
[Intro]
Haha, re-re-remix, bitch!
(Throw me that fire!)
We creepin' in, too, baby!
(We got 5
are gonna die
Cause here I come to assasin
Southern Cali where real ballers
Strappin the valas the valas
Ah shit Pelones smokin marijuana
Every
you's the user
Sellin' drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way, mad bills to pay
missed you like crazy
Snow in your nose
I don't see the issue
Show me the guns
I'll still love you, baby
Try me again
I've already decided
You can do
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