Lyrics:
drippin' clean it up, our city one and up
Nigga's said he got a move, send the addy for the cluck, it's up
In the trap, hella bottoms, hella tops
Hella
looking dirty, they see me looking clean
They say you ain't accomplish shit, they see me living my dream
That gotta hurt, but for you I'm feeling no sorrow
side grapes ohhh
They hate to see you use duze kwami
Far from the usual mami
By far the best thus far
She cooks, cleans and she do the laundry
I swear
I remember back when we used to take 'em
And we'd feel them start kickin' in
First we'd feel a tingle, then we'd feel a prickle, like there's
man I'm lookin clean
Want remote control screens with ice bezeltynes
Want to be a baller shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
A caller gettin
started thumbing back east toward my hometown
Made a lot of miles the first two days
I figured I'd be home in a week if my luck held this way
But the third
shorts up the ass now ya know it was over
Time to hit the tel, knock her off and bounce the scene
That's an every day thang when a nigga be ridin' clean
It's hard to be a girl these days;
I'll tell you all the reasons.
Girl gotta look good in every season.
Just ask yourself this, girl, who are you
quite a few miles
In the first couple of days, and I
Figured I'd be home in a week if my
Luck held out this way
But you know it was the third night
I
you run
It's always when you're fun
Have the day past gone by
Cole man makes a hole
Sleeping citizens
Cole man lock the door
It's how you play
or is we heaven bound?
I bomb the target without a sound
Ain't nobody left around to hear it
Sipping fine wine and spirits on summer days
By the South
But I know in reality, guided by my faculties,
There is but tragedy of apathy inside of me...
There's a battle within while I'm livin'
To reconcile
Damn, another year gone by. Homies still locked up, couple homies resting
In peace, you know what I mean?
Born and raised through out
luck and your just gettin' by (R-E-M-E, D-Y)
If every fuckin' day you love to get high (R-E-M-E, D-Y)
If life really sucks and you just want to die
them and we’d feel them start to kicking in.
At first you feel it tingle and then you feel it prickle like there’s something crawling on your skin.
I
life, Stacy on The Wood
Jays know me by my first and last name
Ain't been packed out of hold, my face car good
Pull whenever wherever like Kirk from
the boys they're bracin' for a fight
First shot rings out at midnight
Taurito took two in the back of the head
By the time he hit the ground he was already
of the whole world. The blood of Jesus Christ flowed from seven places. The first place He bleed from, the blood that poured from His head that day. The blood
I was seventeen
She took me way upstairs and she wiped me clean
Oh I didn't realize she made a first class fool out of me
Oh Maggie if you're still
Mix Tape
This song could be between any two others
You only hear it when you play it on your mix tape
Made for you by your best friend before
favor
Raise minimum wage
No more slave labor
And Federal officials cant be day traders
If they ain't good then what are we
Not just who we claim
don't drink my whole shit
We both laughed
Mutual respect amongst Kings
Gave'm dap
Did the dash
Squad car passed
Felt like I was dirty
Damn, I was so clean
Clean like a whistle
Dis is from early infancy
Da talent give to me
By God!
It take-a da skill
It take-a da brains
It take-a da will
feed the feens
This life ain't all that it seems
Stirring up a pot of mag and then we're coming clean
DsQ and we'll party through the night
I'm here for
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