Lyrics:
day
I opened, I read it, and this is what it say
It's time for you to get yo' stack right
The bitch don't act right, whatever put that bitch on the next
have been that haunts me most
But I won't stop singin', singin' my song
Cause it gives me reason to keep movin' on
The days go by and nothin' changes
I
Yea yea
Come on
Let's go
Dead technology
We could have been a floppy disk from heaven with memories oh
Don't let us be a DVD discarded
Unwanted oh no
I just come off the hip, I'm rough
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Yeah
It's 'posed to be free yo dawg 'til the day he make it home
Correct me
goin off the deep end
I'm finna go fuck on your friend, we'll be back by the weekend
I mean shit, we could stay a couple extra days
In the coupe, smoking
And days (and weeks) and months (go by)
And years (and decades) and we still so fly
(While the others are just fly by night)
And not tight (we keep
neck
From which you're hanging by
You fear so much asphyxiating euphoria
So you quit from your urban life
You walk far from civilization
Until you reach
in her ocean
But bitch I can swim
Every day got to go check
The man in the mirror
Nun time and patience
When I'm building my career
Sit back stack this
or the Pacific Hills Highway
You know what I mean ? I got my shades on you know
"Don't forget the 321" there it is the 321
We need to go ahead and we need to go
history
While the massacre was linked to you
The prison sentence was linked to me
Second amendment was stripped from me
All because you scared of what
I go
for my clique
Go ahead and light that
When shorty lick with no handjob
And never bite that day in the life
Ain't nothin nice how I hit 'em up
Hands high
Berner what up nigga
It's that Urban Farmer shit
It's that drivin' slow in a fast car
Burnin' weed
A zip underneath the seat
Uh
I'm, drinkin'
[Warren G]
Waiting around a crew of thugs
That parade in blue, and yelling 'cause (whats up cuz)
Ate by selling drugs
'38 snub in the waist, in
surface
To be committed by the CIA
Criminals in the army engage in war games
'cause we're living in the last days
Most killers make you hate
The world is
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
Forget a nice day I'm tryna' have a good night
Tryna' do what I wanna and say fuck the nine to five
I know one day I'll be surrounded by the lights
And days (and weeks) and months (go by)
And years (and decades) and we still so fly
(While the others are just fly by night)
And not tight (we keep
Allie played
Now we delayed by ninety days
You better find me anyways
You better return to the Terrordome, ain't nobody home
Non-haters play
her number
Head was trash, so I had to dump her (dump her)
Left her assed out like Madona (go)
Get it in by the load, break it down, sell it whole
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
Nowhere to go from here, but the top of this sphere
Nothin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here
With the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster
and Lion, Midnight and Lion
Midnight and Lion, Midnight and Lion
Searching for them brighter days, brighter rays
Brilliant so we can buy those Ray Ban's
underground classics
Gettin more green than that nigga st. patrick
Makin wack rappers go and merc the set {*dial-up sounds*}
Better off behind a desk tryin
really wasn't no thing
One of them days I was feeling immune to the pain
Threw on, Alice Coltrane, smoked and sang
And wrote this flame compused
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