Lyrics:
out that what they buy ain't bought
And then I found me, stunt and go the same route
I do this for the love, you can throw the fame out
A tear still
fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic.
That's why I got that nine on my waistline.
And letem get to trip, and imma letem hear the bassline.
Shit, it's either
Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin
We don't be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip
Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip
Fast from the hip (pop pop) explodin
Taking trips overseas, France, England, and my way
I'm the Don Datta, but you can't be my baby mama
Let me save you the drama, roll on like a Yokohama
to sit
This window seat was quite a bliss
Took us to a trip close to our wishes
And back to dad boozed by the dishes
We don't need to talk to get it
We
need to calm down
Keep your body still What did you find what do you find
Maybe we should give him some more drugs
Yeah I think we found another one
Look
Haha, hahaha
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look, look
Didn't believe it could happen
(Didn't believe it could happen)
And fuck is
first
Say you down to slide, I seen too many bitches hit that curb
Jail time and lawyer fees, I done seen too many leave they work
Wanna take a trip
Talk all that… (He got a gun he got a
Gun he got a gun) Jump!
Yeah (yeah yeah yeah) I feel you
I still want you (Make the ghetto theme)
Hahahaah
a kickin' way to die
It's rock and roll,
martyrs keep the fans high
Still floating, as time rolls by
didn't obey, he said he made this cash
CRACK from the gun, Eligh lays in ash
Smash, it hits the front page quick
Now business is conducted by this fool
if you move there's nothin left
Petrified by the dough nutz cause the beats are made to death
So after that you're left a hole in the middle
So hey
want to set trip
It ain't no stoppin' this shit
But you wouldn't have known
That them Crenshaw Mafia niggas keeps it rollin'
Cause if it's gon' pop then
and bummy and still get the same as a cat that's got fame
I know cats that trip, they're practically paying the bitch
And they can't even play with the clit
become
Watch my dim light shine and block the sun
Boy, I'm the eclipse, take your mind on trips
The rhyme rips though your back and leaves ya spineless
these niggas fuck for a buck
Damn I mis-chocked, you platinum plus but it still sucks
West-coast stuff without a khakis and a ??
But I ain't giving
day well on my way up north
(Surround the nigga) trip cut short
Standing in the middle, know I'm black till the end
Waiting, in a second now the shots
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Now it's about to be talked about
You're gettin' slapped by my grammar
Vocals like a hammer with roots from Alabama
I'm under
become
Watch my dim light shine and block the sun
Boy, I'm the eclipse, take your mind on trips
The rhyme rips though your back and leaves ya spineless
my frame of mind, to keep in mind the casualties
If that click click quick to trip, bitch it be the tragedy
S.P.V. we market thee
Down for doing what
Don't get mad at nothin'
(Anything) that passes by
Don't yank from the sky
You make up too many voices
Too many scenario's imaginari-OH!
standin' full of sin when you fuck wit the boss
Biggest,badest,roughest motha' fucker, but ya still a bitch
I'm comin' in crunker than the others for th fuck
you how a pimp nigga ryde
And if you eva take a trip to da Chi
Show you where my Gs sip and ???
Gettin skully den a mothafucka
We livin to Die
to school high
Have yo family askin why
If u ever test boi u dealin wit some niggas that dont go wit disrespect
You can still rep yo set just do it ova there
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