Lyrics:
She gettin' older, don't stop, I'm gettin' guap
She get the blow, cops came, she held it down, it's tip toe
More realer than Joey Bad, he a sucker you
bounce on em
Im dripping in Chanel off some YSL
Stop being a young thug cuz they gunna tell
If you had one wish you would wish we failed
Hundred thousand
till you spark a dime
Ya'll can hate but i'm still gonna make ass shake
Still got the steel by the waist runnin through ya'll
Me and Queen Pen find us
the west, first rule
In fact, we the first Bloods and Crips
First niggas to drive by sendin tricks on trips
First niggas to hit yo town and set up shop
Bring
you met her, she's from La Jolla
anyway, we got some money from her parents
so we're gonna stop by because
I need a fix(xs 4)
What's that?
that West Oakland my colors the silver and black
Raider nigga got his stripes from the barber shop where the filmed "The Mack"
Nigga I got them rules
Eyes feel so heavy, my guess
He feels these anvils on his eyelids
To find that stress relief
I bet he'll kill that need
To achieve that final fix
garbage
The problem is
Too many cats is in it for the profit
To stop it I tell the market to listen
Before they cop it they’re saying
Jack ish like telling
time
Warm with wayward hope
Your kisses breathless, your love divine
You left drama school for shop floor
Restless, not by design
You are tired
on the beach just right
Let's set up shop and stop here for a while and smile
Staring out at the coastline with our toes in the sand
As the ocean waves never
on a tee
Seven six two if it curve like a J
Strapped in the Stu just recording with jay
Throw the strap in my boot get pulled over by the jakes
Stop asking
one-stop-pot-shops in town
Than bars you can have a drink now
And outside it's legal to smoke pot but having a beer is not
There was no way I could foresee
The time
Last stop on the skytrain passed by
Who’s left in the backseat that’s me
Another day another dream
Another faked-out scheme get capital gains to engage
to be there by nine
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
Good Morning Smithers Jones
How's the wife
a girl at the coffee shop
Radio playing Blitzkrieg Bop
Caffeine flowing through my veins drip drop
Up for a refill don't make a fool I stop
Do I say
seek a cup that isn't yours
And drink of that
Find the darlings in the lots
Outside the shop
Eleven o'clock
Sweet towers
About it by above the flowers
urine stains off garden gates and chip shop walls
There’s a girl whose name I can’t remember beside me
And she snores
My Great British Sunday is here
You gotta make a stop
For tea and scones and souvenirs
ct the Old Mill Shop
Everyone who visits there
They love that little town
Now, I can't imagine
stop
Clear pawn shop with them G-locks, slap a opp bitch, bringing up them niggas
That other nigga talkin', we took his pistols that wack-ass diss, he
stop niqqa
That’s 12 o clock
U kno JX still a hot niqqa
Buy the block
Invest in stocks
Open shops
More moms n pops
I talk that shit
But ima gangsta
Out of bed at eight AM
Out my head by half past ten
Out with mates and dates and friends
That's what I do at weekends
I can't talk and I can't
And them niggas on the corner every morning gettin' money,
Yes sir, and those who died by the gun,
And now they dead and gone,
I'm doin' this one for
bulk
They rock 'n roll like: 'Stop, Drop '
And if they got soul
Then welcome to the sock hop
Hip-be-bop at ya block mom 'n pop shop
Timing when it comes
Where I have to know what you mean
My anger is a threat
But you're just "blowing off steam"
Theres a weight so great we don't call it by name
There's
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