Lyrics:
They said the want to smash I had to see what the twins say
Don't even care for water
Still gonna by me a boat
And yea the gang hang together
Get us all
one hand in the air, no high five (shatai)
Big man ting, why the opps still lie-lie (lie)
You know Russ, but your girl knows Shy-Shy
Gyal tek wood,
a neechie go stupid and dumb cuz that's how we do where I'm from
No, no, I don't live by the gun but yet I still love to shotgun
Like Metro don't trust you
to one
But now I am sure of it
Know that you're worth lovin'
Drivin' down the 1
Sittin' shotgun to my love
When I'm alone again
Back on my own again
I
you're gone
The memories still linger on an on
(Never can escape it)
Always there
(So I have to face it)
There seem to be dark clouds in the sky
Why
lost but feeling free
What the night would have in store
Was still unknown to me
She had jet black hair
And her eyes were brown
The maid behind
What they do is, they sort of sit in, uh
Fake taxis, you know, four
Beefy white guys, uh, Sit in
A fake taxi by the side
Of the Williamsburg Bridge
miles and miles
And still feel at home
I miss my father for his firm handshake
And the way he'd ache after a long day
My mother for her dark brown eyes
Pickin' up girls in a hand-me-down Ford
Brown bagged bottle rolling round that floor
That we fake ID'd from the corner store
Had to head on back
by morning light
You’ve got your pretty brown hair all locked up in braids
I’ve got my worn out jeans, honey, we’ve got it made
We’ll keep on rolling
Won't be long until the sun goes down
Won't be long until the leaves turn brown
Won't be long until I'm
In the ground
So love me for the summertime
the bitch and I crashed it
Ain't pay for shit, by my own, I'm a savage
Ain't tryna beef 'less you droppin' the addy
Hit from the side, now she callin' me
you've never been caught, boy you must be lucky
But don't go parkin by my tires, you better hush puppy
They never catch us all, it'll never stop
Any
Breaking down keys
On the triple beam
If you wanna get wit me
Then come with 23
I got that brown that white
Buy one get one free
Buying jewelery
VVS's in my
dealt
Barely could sleep waking up from cold sweats and all
I ain't saying that to brag I wasn't proud at all
Just like Chris brown my mind was bouncing
Brown (What)
Now it's Dizzy or the Crown
By the quarter pound (Aah)
Ya bitch is nowhere to be found
When i come in town (Nope)
Stoner chicks, we going up
never been a hobby, I got stomachs to feed
I still maneuver with the purity, surrounding by greed
I got maturity from anything that caused me to bleed
Remember when he made the news
That special own goal by Pat Kruse
We scored four goals in a two all draw
You'd surely not seen that before
Cambridge
[Chorus] x2
We makin' swoll funds, we carry swoll guns
And when they get to poppin' bitch I bet you sure run
We get this bitch off the chain until
The morning bright and still has laid a frost across the hill
And the glory of it takes my breath away
The birdsong in the trees floating
Ha-ha, yeah
Will I make it to see tomorrow
Ain't no tellin'
This one right here, for all the riders
No matter what side you on
Peep game
themselves until they turn brown
They’ll live and die with little taste of freedom
In their pebbled dashed mausoleums
Our still born hopes are up in smoke
Point Blank with the lighter shade of brown
Low rides squeak the ground with this pound
With familia all around is how we all get down
No scrappin' you
tight while we was freakin
She was acting all...kinda shady
All this time she was still your lady
I must confess with you, your my only hommie
I lay
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