Lyrics:
the town called "The City of Dope"
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of crime
The beat'll keep beating while I say my rhyme
the boys in blue and white you better pack up
Cuz when we hit the field it's game time and we sack up
This that Marriotts Ridge Anthem
And I play it all
the nigga with 2 still can serve you
This West Coast flow is different than the East
But it ain't no different in the street
I'm spittin' pollaseeds
I crack
to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon and stars checkin out what the sun done
Suspects change clothes
straight out the mud
Back in 2010 I was sellin' them dubs (woo)
Back in granny crib when the lights was off
We would blame it on the bugs (yeah, yeah)
and hit
Its just what’s in you nigga
You can pay 150 no refund
And still can’t do shit with it
You can make a 20
Off a dub
If you know how to get it
was kicking doors down DA want me direct file
She say I'm punishable by life
Nowhere to go so I'm in the dope pole and its getting cold
Nowhere else
she's crying
She tells me of another great friend, he died
"If he can't make it" I think to myself, I spiral
Weeks go by, stuck, up my waist debt
And I gotta go
Damn, here we go again
I just came back
Girl, don't make me go again
She say you been in the streets
You was with that hoe again
Twenty cars deep,
creepin' up the street, beatin' dawg so it be mashin'
Flashin' bread at them chickenhead
Yea they jumpin' in to sin dawg,
mean mugs, and dubs
I walk out the next morning hungover and buzzed
Everyday I wake up with these rhythms in my head
So I grab my pen and paper, it's
million by the age of 22
Like Dan from Cedar block him and little Motor
James from Piru street with them boulders
Rest in peace little Noopy he
a nigga never fold
Keepin it deep in the streets
He keep on talkin he meetin my heat
Moving in silence Im making this money
If you try to backdoor you
(lean wit' it rock wit' it AAAAAAAA!)
we at the Dub on the rooftop (on the roof top)
in Buckhead with some new broads (hey say? what’s your name again?)
Coast flow is different than the East
But it ain't no different in the street
I'm spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)
I crack 'em one by
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
Got them Forgiato wheels steady tearin' up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Evisu jeans
Take a dub, get some 'Woods from the store
85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders
staff
Saw it on his face when they broke him in half
It was the Dangerous Crew, and I tell you it's true
Everything they say about Playboy Too
When I
me
Just gimme some never run from it
Gotta keep it 100
Babyape wassup
Knife in my back
Yeah these streets they get lonely
I'm not gonna attract it
But
banksta'z) S.O.M. original (black banksta'z)
Wu Killa Beez, Sunzini, 12 O'Clock
Aiyo Knight, we bout to pop it off (John the Baptist, aiyo, we all)
[Hell
compassion
He lives in the love
That lives in our hearts
Words and music by John Denver and Joe Henry
be falling for no ho
Tryna make it on The Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go
Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner
By the U-G-L-Y corner
bitch in me
The street shit got me zoning differently
Listen, this shit is special like
'96 It Was Written Esco
Reasonable Doubt Jigga, Purple Tape Chef
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