Lyrics:
slide,
as I take you on a trip nigga ride (East Side).
Nate (Daz):
Do you remember back on the East Side?
Where all us niggas used to love
I feel like its nuanced
By the finer things, every girl I meet want diamond rings
So they all turn into a fling
But show me, how are you different
can clear my mind
Just take that step out the front door
Just take that step out the front door
Just take that step out the front door
It'll It'll It'll
York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all better not me fuckin' with me
Who, him? Yeah,
it, chop it and cook it
See how shit come back round for ya? (Yeah)
Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you
With the all-purpose hunting blade straight up his colon
I cut his hands off, he ain't touching nobody
Chain him up by the foot in the basement, bloody
Winter's coming quick so I runs out the back
Door with my nickel bag
Up against the wall (Up against the wall)
Down the other side (Down the other side)
to know you
When you're down and out
So sing a hymn for my soul
Stand by me as I grow
I'm just trying to climb up nine hills
In seven short days sing
Yeah, woke up one mornin'
I'm a ram up for walls
Somethin' told my baby
You can have it all
Jump through my window
Look my life in the den
Look out
to do with all the space you were given when
I'm the one that took those steps that led to walking out the door
It ain't my place to say, it ain't my
My baby makes me proud
Lord, dont she make me proud
She never makes a scene
By hanging all over me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk
Lord,
lowest, I'm ridin' 'round with choppers
(Oh)
Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked out by my homie (no, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)
Close that
cum and cry bitch, now I wonder why
These faggots- knocking down the door
Dad shows up- clocked, they hit the floor
Stand- do they want some more
Y'all
being pulled by my feet out the door
Get him outta here
I knew I shouldn't have bought you that wheelchair you ungrateful whore
Do? Huh? You? What?
bang Big B in my face, my nigga
By mornin', I'ma check 'em out this bitch
Bean bag, know that gon' make this bitch
Lock down 'til the whole line get
a rut
Cause we can go
Up to the sky
Am I familiar?
Keep it inside, let go
Not qualified before
You're in then you're out the door
You're in then you're
we believe
She'd been drinking too much egg nog
And we warned her not to go
But she forgot her medication
And she wandered out the door into
we'll hang out next week
I pat him on the shoulder, say, "Thanks for stoppin' by.
Then I opened up the door and said, "Take care, guy!"
He got mad,
Stepping in multiple land mines
Putting your people on stand by
All because you couldn't stand by
And let it happen
Let a fraction in your whole squad get
Can someone tell that bitch
Take her shoes off at the door?
When she walk all on my marble floor
I stunt like I'm supposed to
Black dreads hangin'
stand out from all the rest,
But then it's a waste of time she walks right out my life, out my life
Out my life
Oh, dancing alone I saw you by yourself,
didn't know me very well
Cause by this time you'd know
I'd never take it back
From what I said before
Way before
We locked each other out the door
Way
stayed up all night long writing out the code
But by morning light I lost all my concentration, yeah
Hey yo, hey yo, is our mind even open at all?
Hey
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