Lyrics:
mail by the tons son
Chorus 2x:
Yo it's that Roc a Fella shit
Hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a fuck who you with
We them niggaz coming
I'm living in
An old ghost town
We were born to ride
Side by side
We were always reaching for the stars
And they can still be ours
If you free
a dream
If you believe in it, you sleep
Reality ain't nothin' nice
You gotta do right
Or get caught up by the vice
Three strikes = life
Trife livin', catch
[Ill Bill]
How can I make a clear decision in the haze of drugs?
Prostitutes & Guns
I stumble up the ladder with Sabac and Chunk
By my side when I
fucking with them positive vibes
Love the ones who ain't never switched sides
Always on a mission down to ride
The chain
Gucci rope, chain gang
it's so raw when we hold tight
Crazy in the moonshine, daytime's dynamite
She took me by storm in a raging sea
On a roller coaster ride, I am
Storm is dying and the shingles shake but do not quiver
The waves are known to slap misting kisses down by the docks
And the world is awhirl with
something, huh
You should take a ride
Through my backwoods, hillbilly, redneck life
Make homegrown shine
Ima keep it redneck
Gotta four wheel drive
Ima keep
left turn
With my chloroform and a Monet
'fore we can take a long ride down the narrow drive
And keep ya head down, yeah
They come and jump in
Now
around in circles all your life
Doing all those things you don't know why
All the faith in good been burned by fire
But you know you must keep crawling
route
And by now everything had settled down
Searching for something and myself
Is what I found two years in college as I
Focused on my studies
I still
Where'd you learn to do that?"
"Man, I don't know
I guess I always knew that
I had this talent deep down inside
You wanna hear some more man?" "yeah!"
"Come
you gonna turn up empty
We gave you the spot and we stuck to the plan
Nigga had that drop and you went and got swallowed by that dumb toad man
And your
wild, let it be, ragers out, gotta eat
Not a vibe, but a wave, with the sound by the way
Count it down, by the days
To myself, know they wicked, with
drop now
Ride with the top down
That's the LA thing to do
Hit the cruise
In morning hit the snooze
I'm in the booth
Thinking of you and that's true
You would think I had a star, Every time you're by my side
I really wanna show you off, Lights, Red carpet every day
Love scars are all over me,
shit
You know, jump out the whip, two-piece to them lips quick
Then finish them off, cuz that's what I do shit
But really, I'm tryin' to ride and coast
You let me down, you let me die,
When you walked away, I couldn't even cry.
My heart shattered like glass, I can't deny,
Thought we'd last forever,
[big ed]
Chorus
We some mob niggas
Bust your ass out your hilfigers
No limit mercenary killers
We some thug niggas
We some tru niggas
What you wanna
Pulled you out by your hair
If people ask I was never there
Come on baby and take a ride with me
Come on baby let's drive to the sea
Chorus
It's a hot
I love me better than that
Yeah
I'm going to get my life back
As I look in the mirror a broken woman I see
Broken down by the streets of life's
spitt shit that'll make you think
Puttin myself at a higher rank
Ain't tryna make my soul sink
Shit gotta defeat the whole purpose
Bein surrounded by
Ooh ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh
1, 2, 3, 4
Back in high school
He was left out
They would talk down
Laughing at him in the hall
As he walked home
Kept
thing you have got
Or every woman you walk by
Uoh, oh, uoh, oh, oh, oh
Uoh, oh, uoh, oh, oh, oh
This whole world don't mean a thing
Now that you
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