Lyrics:
Look little mami welcome to the party
I see them stories, you sipping on Bacardi
So look little mami slide through to my party
Cause when the nights
gettin' hot
So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at niggas through a microscope
In L.A. everybody and they momma sell dope
Elcubanitogringo
El rey de la florida
Let me tell you a story real quick
Life ain’t fair but I had to adjust
The girl that I like don’t like me
Why you crying Lately
You crying
When you cry feel like I'm ripping out your soul
Mmmmm ahhhh
Nmb3rteen
La La La
La La La
La La La
Woooo
Pussy or cars
Even tho i enjoy the three a lot
(The three of them)
We keep it true
You on the stories
We dont fuck with toys
This shit too easy
Me lo paso
Im a stylelist of a star cause I style myself
And im dancin with the stars,dancin by myself
I was lost so I had to go an find myself
You can take
the family scriptures
1999 nigga, still struggling
Trying to get some money with this mastermind I'm juggling
Sharpen up ya thug mentality
And by the year
my baggage
Hundred feet above average (average)
By twenty-one I was a savage (uh)
By twenty-two I had a foreign, by twenty-three I had crashed it
that I?m telling ya
That?s the way it went down, down down
And its like that I?m telling ya, yo the truth is out
My story is found..
(Verse 3)
Singing
the back
but some how i made it out of that death trap
by tellin ghetto stories they called it gangsta rap
my legend is the one that got away
while my
the back
but some how i made it out of that death trap
by tellin ghetto stories they called it gangsta rap
my legend is the one that got away
while my
We are one nation;
And together, we will begin the next great chapter
in America's story with three words that will ring from coast to coast;
From sea
I feel Jay Z
By the way they pay me
Like Curry with the 3
This life is not free
She calling me a feign
With all this blue and green
If you fucking
on the ground, 3 stories high
The deepest bass and the real fresh high
So step off your throne; they're on the loose
The DJ's from Miami with all the juice
So
colors
Tick tacks on round wire
Spun steel spark on three rail thin lines
Late, by act of Congress and blue all the way to Forest Park
And this
they bring us here
We stoners by day
But we come alive at night
Right
Hook
From Compton With Love x3
Verse 2
This is my time
My ancestors on my mind
certain of.
Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen, Hello Love
So, all I could do was drink the water
And I drank like twenty glasses a day.
For three weeks
No
Mary-
Right, I know, yes, me and Balzac
I finished the one-act
I got an audition-
I started the story
Rehearsal pianist
So
contacts
Madara flow whenever I'm facing armies
Vice city outcome, ended by the palm trees
Dwayne Wade hustle- only count 'em by the 3's
3rd eye closed-
the story GOES/3
LA VIDA she won’t {LET ME GO} /4)
Todos Al suelo,
Nobody move .
It’s a moon heist.
at checkstand 3
She's pagin me, let me think quick
Let 10 minutes fly by, called her back and fronted like I'm sick
She leaves messages I never return
I'm not
I'm being eaten alive
By something I'm keeping inside
I think it wants me to die
Somebody please
Just help me breathe tonight
Alright
I'm sure it
stole the ball
I'm taking him to school now, watch me all
A 3-pointer, nothing but net
Come on Shaq, had enough yet?
Down by two, I'm catching up
I
stole the ball
I'm taking him to school now, watch me all
A 3-pointer, nothing but net
Come on Shaq, had enough yet?
Down by two, I'm catching up
I
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