Lyrics:
I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma nigga til I diz-ie
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
I'ma smoke where
[This is actually called 'War on Drugs' by Laughing Colors,
but everyone thinks it's GNR, so I'll leave it here!]
It was long ago,
Seems like
at the right time
So now I shine
Climb
Redesign every lyric of mine,
It's a sign, don't ever give up, cos you'll get to where you want to go
I flow
My life was
dup double you, a a, a a)
I'ma ride where i want to ride (fuck that)
Cause i'ma nigga 4 life, so i'ma motherfuckin nigga til i diz-ie
(dr dre)
all my nights in the morning
I need you here with me by my side, when I'm feeling lonely
And I want you to hold me
Hold me, bring me close
And I caught
You make me wanna throw my pager out the window
Tell MCI to cut the phone poles
Break my lease so I can move
'Cause you a bug a boo, a bug a boo
I just can't get over losin' you (Statik Selektah)
So if I seem (right, yeah)
Broken and blue (check it out)
Walk on by
Now I won't turn
like it very well,
If you don't sir, you can go to help"
Somebody else change
So I kept playin' and bummin' around, singin'
To the ones who dug my sound
to popping they say I do the most
Might wake up in the morning go pop on the smoke
They gone treat like the pope when you give the hood hope (yeah)
Fuckin wit
part the Fuehrer the one part the Pope
It's the inevitable return baby of the Great White Dope
Conclusions you drew proportions you blew
Lost son
mi fa so
i say aunty this is a safe career
she said Drake i told you there's no skating here
[CHORUS:]
And so he kick, push, kick, push, kick, push,
happy we standing ground
When half what we do have you
Have you what happened
We crackin up
Yea, I remember being dissed
I remember cold December's
Cant
You make me wanna throw my pager out the window
Tell MCI to cut the phone poles
Break my lease so I can move
'Cause you a bug a boo, a bug a boo
wanna fade me fade me
You better play the pope, and get your bibles out
I feel tested by them, testify I'm under pressure
They told me that God loves ya
that trap when you hear that gun sound
God say "Son, you don't wanna go down"
Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
And I told you
I guess you could consider it poetry
But with me it started out with just words just words
They started looking like puzzle pieces so I started
made it here all by my lonely so don't come hating on me
I'm from a place where we won't all make it home
And you can't save your homies
I told you I was
where I want to ride (fuck that)
Cause I'ma nigga for life, so I'ma nigga til I diz-ie
(N N, dup dup, dup double you, a a, a a)
I'ma smoke where I want
where I want to ride (fuck that)
Cause I'ma nigga for life, so I'ma nigga til I diz-ie
(N N, dup dup, dup double you, a a, a a)
I'ma smoke where I want
for you?
Maybe, you just blind? Or maybe you just fine with gettin' lined
'Cause you pussy by design, what
Mama told me to pray in the mornin' (to
never took it for granite that's how I planned it so can it
Around the planet fans demand it and you'll never understand it
When I die no lie plan on mass
the background
Cause if music and money is the motive then you're so gimmick
Who's to tell me I can't have a trillion dollar grilled cheese sandwich?
Boy stop
fake
No, we can't relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
Yeah, I
strong
Had a good strategy then these losers told him so long
We don’t need Hope Damon that's the message in the song
I ain’t like the strippers when you
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