Lyrics:
Adrenaline pumping, heart pacing, racing, altercations, we lit
Blood drip stain the ground, bug it down, you hit
Same hood, different day, same
And they all mine shiny things the same
Your cell phone screen is lain
With choice minerals of today contained
Mined by people whos tribes were slain
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
East cause I'm sick of South moved West to head North
That's a true story
Follow me on my tour of the misunderstood
Live for tomorrow's tomorrow
If
keep singing that same old song
Adventure is dangerous but routine is lethal
I'm meant to be famous consumed by the evil
My method is deadly, my mood is
read the same old stories on the same old pages
But I need a reason to keep movin' on
Yeah so I won't stop singin', singin' my song
Why's this world so
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
story id like to stay I cant I know
Its the same old stupid reasons as to why I'm always gone
A rolling stone out here by myself searching for lost souls
who held the gun
And with sightless eyes shot down the one
Called old Juan de la Cruz
The rest of our story now soft and clear
How half our daily bread
manslaughter by decree
Thirty years at maximum, but soon Claude would break free.
There's two sides two this story, there may be no right or wrong,
mistakes, I'm gonna ride right past
And try it again, try it again
Everybody living out the age old story
Hurting and they loving and they fight
on my shit list
Must be the same old yout in the dinner hall
Primary, sippin' on my juice with my biscuits
I'm from a place where we move to da witness
in the game doing it like me
I’m surrounded by history
A legend in the making
K-Rino said homie that it’s
Mine for the taking
Can’t mess with
True I wasn't born anywhere south of the border and I'm not a native to old Mexico
But there's someone there makes my heart as though may to order
by miles and inclinations, now we're heading down to New Orleans to dig Old Bull Lee and ain't that going to be kicks-
and listen will you to this old
and you'll get smoked and I hope
That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin' me
The same records that you makin' is payin' me
Motherfuck Dre,
and you'll get smoked and I hope
That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin' me
The same records that you makin' is payin' me
Motherfuck Dre,
that
That's just the way it goes
That's just the way it goes
Now why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story
Well
top ya roofless
In class lets do this if i shoot shit his chestll be drooping
Like old tits them titty bags, that really sag
Give me half all of your
Hours fucking later, I'm in a bed with my underwear by my head
He came right through the door, ready to get between my legs
I felt a big, hard, rod
Ricki Lake
House by the lake, that's a new estate (real estate)
You in that same place, all you do is hate
When I rock the rose gold plain, that's
shall be forsaken
And a new age has begun
Day by day to the lay, I always took myself to school and did it with my due diligence
Got outta bed every
of their birth
From Syria to Myanmar, Canada to Palestine
I see the same old story, of confinement and hard times
You got refugee camps, detention centers,
side when the day comes
Time goes by I'm the same one, the same one, the same one
On the wake up, way up
By your side when the day comes
Time goes by
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