Lyrics:
died from that pipe
Youngin' in Adidas he want rank so by the night he gon' need stripes
Live by the gun, youngin', keep a heater ain't have it once,
book!
here let me read you this one
Chrismas in Compton
it was a silent night, yes a holy night
until Mr. Claus turned into Santa muthafuckin' right?
Listen and listen well
He's a bad Muthafu
Gimmie that god damn book!
Here let me read you this one
Christmas in Compton
It was a silent night
Maseratis pulls up to this party hard
Body, the party is still, but God body
It's out of shape models coming through with those bottles
End up with these,
to cum on your tongue and gums, all night
The b**** drink nuts by the pint
Yo, yo check it out, come on
Now check, check, check, check it out, now
My
wants to be pro-sex, no
One wants to progress, mo' or less
This song was to profess, someone
Always ends up damaged, the shit happened
To me, and I can't
it’s forever
I don’t want the truth
Can we get through
Knowing this would never
End up in our favor
I don’t want the truth
Can we get
I don’t want time
years
Still waking up late at night crying tears
Just thinking about those days
You used to talk to me
Smilin' while I'm sippin' on this Hennessey
Sweetest angel came down
Took me by the hand
Said I've got things to offer you
Help you understand
If the bombs don't get you
I'll roll with you
want to be like this
Because I know it ends like this
Don't want to do this anymore
Don't want to be like this
Don't want to be like this
whip, different clip, letting off
Somehow we end up in the same shit
And she don't fuck with niggas 'cause niggas is the reason
She got herself
back down highway 31
No cup of coffee,
no how ya been?
All she said was don't want to
see you again
Me and the streetlight
waiting for the night to end
player goes on
spinning in the night
if you don't want to dance
i'll dance by myself
forever
happy sad
if i'm with you
i'll always be
happy sad
fear and defeat
Trapped in a rhythm I don't want to repeat
The taste of freedom is so close and sweet
I've just gotta find a way off this dead-end
him and his snitch
I'm a bad influence, I'm a bad influence
And motherfuckers don't want to know what I'll tell these fuckin kids
Fuck
that they'll always be tight 'til the end
Until one day lil' Stacy gets shot
A drive-by bullet went stray up on her block
Now Nicole stuck up in
A street thug showed me how to pitch dimes
Only twelve in this hell where kids die
I want bricks off the scale and just slide, and let my shit fly
My
my heart
This urge to save myself
Don't want to lose again
But she said
Heart falls
Right above me
Maybe that's the way want to close it
By my side
like these are what make me feel alive
Skateboards and streetlights, mom wants me home by ten
It's getting late, but I don't want this to end
Can't
I really messed up
Can you call me back babe?
I really messed up
Can you call me back babe?
I don't know why I've been making her feel this way
slowly
My phone always ringing
Rollin' up the trees everyday is Christmas Eve
Ball just like trillion I'm still building SbC
Drive by at night all you see
I really messed up
Can you call me back babe?
I really messed up
Can you call me back babe?
I don't know why I've been making her feel this way
But my peace comes from knowing I found you now
That's deep
I don't wants this moment to end
Let's transcend to higher level
We're god condemned,
yuh
I don't want the end, the end
I guess I’m on that new shit
Thinking bout the future
Yeh I’m ready, I can do this
Make the money, fill that cruise
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