Lyrics:
show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good
giving info without giving info
If God is omnipresent then what we pretend for
To God we are sinful but we fronting for them folk
I think thats so wack but
some proof that there's a life after birth
Tire tracks and broken hearts, that's all we're leaving behind
It doesn't matter what we lose, it only
that's what you need man, and you need it bad
And yer trouble is you know it too good
"Cause you look an' you start getting the chills
"Cause you can't
Divorce is not an option and prenuptial is void
Eat up what ever rapper but I'm tangled in my cord (hum)
Bored, kind of like a knight with the sword
(Hey yo, Adam, what's up? This is Mix Master Mike, I'm calling from Sacramento, um
Ah, I've been wanting to hook up with you, um, maybe on some
Tryna see through the fog, knee deep in the bog, uneasy rural smog, figure who’s who and what’s what, move muck and shovel shit, whatever it is
they was hounding (suckers)
Jawzin' motherfuckers 20 19 is my year (aye)
Yours is in a lightyear, being you is my nightmare
I'm from Berkeley we don't
Uh-huh uh, check
Look, if I shoot you, I'm brainless
But if you shoot me, then you're famous
What's a nigga to do?
When the streets is watching,
Uh-huh uh, check
Look, if I shoot you, I'm brainless
But if you shoot me, then you're famous
What's a nigga to do?
When the streets is watching,
His young life was as delicate as
The wing of a butterfly
And as fragile as a spider's web
For him we cry because when he dies we all do
Did Ahmed
see through but you can't get to the inside
You sit there and wait
I look at you and anticipate
What we could be and what we could do
Fly the wings
She asked me what time it was
Been 2 Lit
Okay
My niggas we on the way up
My niggas we on the way up
My niggas we on the way up
My niggas we
I say crumbling
Or shall I say fumbling what the f**k is you mumbling
I make this clear we up in cheer
When we drop you'll get popped like the top
Mandem know that I do not slack
You at my back
Get off my track
Mandem know that I do not slack
Ca-Ca-Ca-Came up to take your spot
Oh my Lord I'mma take
of baking soda do the rest
Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul
Known for cloning chickens and turning one into two
That`s what he do for a living
That`s
and boy that bitch is bad
For what it`s worth, the pussy smelled like Certs
Victoria`s Secret
Now folks just remember I never said I thought about
Is this cruel, or do we care.
Can they tell what's in our minds
Maybe they've had secret love all of the time
In the middle of makin love we notice
(Hey yo, Adam, what's up? This is Mix Master Mike, I'm calling from Sacramento, um
Ah, I've been wanting to hook up with you, um, maybe on some
show you what I want you to do
Where and when and how
I want it bad and I want it now
We were born going faster than the limits allow
Tire tracks
wear glasses, the difference is
I was in school thinking it was cool, you was thinking of skipping classes
Listening to your track record, I could see
won't tell what I said
'Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead
Why do you smile like you've been told a secret?
Now you're telling lies
They told us we could be whatever we wanted
But now that we grew up that rule is forgotten
Our lives got harder and we aren't even adults
We just
we got ourselves a lituation
Sittin waitin, got me impatient, I'm bouta blaze this
Track like you never seen, on any occasion
The lituation, this is
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