Lyrics:
to hangout
By the pool later
I tell her yes I would love too
Then we both go back to are rooms
In my room I get ready to go to the pool
I get to the pool I get
someone I'm not supposed to know.
Just walk on by, wait on the corner
I love you, but we're strangers when we meet
Just walk on by, wait on the corner
To either keep doing what I'm doing, don't trip
Or go and buy gats y'all and come up on a grip
So like anybody else I went and bought a gun
Pulling
instead of me
I ain't been fuckin wit no glove
But I don't wanna be this man
I wanna go back to the old jo
Constantly thinking bout rappin and shit instead
Performed by Prince
Little darling
Gotta go now
Don't know when I'll be coming back
Got my future
All planned out
Got my bags packed
Things
inherited for sip
Baby roll it up keep the weed smoke in rotation
Fake ass in a tight dress for temptation
Strangers always got a hands out we don't shake
Los Angeles, California 1969
By Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Today there's over a million Crip
By how long it takes to get to
When it's other things to tend to
The powers that be don't wanna lend you
Any power, but it's in you
To be free, as much
Jamaica!
Just cause I'm guilty
We burn from Jamaica straight back to America
Don't live at all
Philly! Manhattan! Yo! Washington!
Let's get the party
killas on our tippy tippy toes
See the barrel knows where the bullet go
and then we smash off in that 4 by 4
See we rolled on ya set and then bucked
I don’t hate I just pray for the day I take my seat on the thrown
My pace never slows in the race I’m taking you all
To a place you can’t go unless
What you heard is not it, but what statistics say
Is that drugs addiction's rampant in the USA
Has prevailed before Washington's presidencsay
Way
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
When I look into the mirror
I just a stranger
I don't recognise no one no more
These days
I look at you I see a stranger
I don't even know your name
When I walk by with a Glock tucked, baby
Everywhere I go I say fuck you pay me
Been a don, robber, never talk
Don’t make me
Pop lock it and drop
shit get sent to me
Once was lovers now we strangers yeah a bunch of memories
It seem like everyone I love just turning into enemies
I don't trust no
bounce to this track
And I don’t care what anybody thinks about that
Hands to the sky, and throw your head back
I can love again tonight
We bounce
I walk into the corner of my room
See my friends in high places
I don't know which is which or who is whom
They've stolen each other's faces
not a mystery it's history and here's how it go
Now Hariett Tubman, was born a slave
She was a tiny black woman, when she was raised
She was livin'
no choice i had to make a choice
Either you can rap or claim that you can sale drugs
Know that we don't like you chilling with some real thugs
Go
Just another day out in uptown Washington
Real DC don't give no fucks bout no monuments
Never seen no president or none of the congressmen
If you
Hantland drive (I got people in)
In Martel homes (I got people on)
Washington Rd. (I got people by)
Green rob mark (I got people on)
Lakemont drive (I
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
money at?)
Closed legs don't get fed
Go out there and make my bread
All he wanna know is (where my money at?)
She ended up in the wrong car
Bruised
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