Lyrics:
West coast, best coast, ten toes, like we on ice
Hella nice pair of knights like a chess game
Think you the king?
Check again, it's checkmate
Mmm. Ok
on by to bring the sun around
Always come, always go
Now, it's time you got to know
You gotta stand proud
Through the rain, through the snow
Make sure you
that ass in motion
She know I don't play, keep my gun loaded
Ten blunts everyday, know I'm big smokin
You know where it hurt, I don't gotta show it
stabbed in the back by fakes
Heard you snitched on ya mans to the jakes
You a fraud I can see it in ya face
If we running I’m ahead in the race
I talk, I
Real eyes
Sin between them thighs
Read about you
Wondered why
Fin on ten
When u walk by
Finna rub it out
Thugging love
Make it spout
But that’s
that you already know
So, when I pray by the altar you know that I'm praying for you
I just need someone who's going to pray for me too X2
But you call
Is it really love that we're feelin'
I know you by my side
Are you down for the ride?
If it's true you know there ain't a ceiling
Yeah we could take
so small, you're standing tall
Stand tall, don't fall
You're not so small, keep standing tall
Ten years go by, you don't even know what he looks like
we pensive we need quarters by the first (I)
Heard you lookin' for some flowers, we got orchids by the church (Don't know)
I need roses, I've been
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
you 20 out of 40 sitting on some chrome v
[Tray-D]
From the entrance it's pimp shit in full effect
spittin' rhymes getting high off of blunts and X
I'm on my way, 'cause I know he got that hay
Hey little mami, you a ghetto fire ten
You come to my post on the island
I'm on that chronic, he, he
and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts
I'm on my way, 'cause I know he got that hay
Hey little mami, you a ghetto fire ten
You come to my post on the island
I'm on that chronic, he, he
march of the correctly dressed
The puffed out chest of the stronger sex
The Victorian bomb of the Christian blessed
The bed by 10
triple 6, and blaze you can't fuck with it
You know I ride with the tokah
Quick to make the pappah
Lift this 10 rollin' dirty police in the road
with clutch buckets
They'd rather not see you in Malibu eatin' veal
Strength recognize strength, real recognize real.
Chorus 2x
Verse 3: (Chip
it all, but they gave him a headshot
Know that when you livin' you gon' die by that red dot
Cops are like some fire ants, so we was ducking red hots
and said
"It ain't been easy trying to get along since you've passed on"
I hear it momma. It's been real turnwood.
I've been scratching all month, trying
and dream of me
[x2]
tell me its over now
cause i know its over now
so tell me its over now
all i wanted was everything
you can feel it
underneath it
you
deliver
Uh, out in Russia you might shiver
See the moonshine inside my liver
George shot Lenny by the river
(Uh)
Dipping tobacco inside of my lip
When you hear the rain x5
When you hear the rain drop girl you stop and pop it
Beat it non stop the until the rain stoppin’
Strokes groovy love
you're my perfect ten?
I have searched the skies above
even tried the god of love
but he's yet to hook me up with you
[Chorus]:
If cupid had a heart
he
Yeahhh (2x)
I can tell you've been hurt
By that look on your face girl,
Some guy brought safety, to your happy world
You need love, but you're afraid
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