Lyrics:
a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta
Grew up in the ghetto, raised by
It's I would be your bride,
But I fear of my father
Some danger might betide.
Then he pulled out sword and pistol
And hung them by his side
Swore he
the strongest man that ever lived on earth
One day while Samson was walking along
He looked down on a the ground and saw an old jaw bone
He stretched out his
to die by myself. Down in old Mexico
It's just the border you know
going down a road I've
Never been down before
I need to know if you'll go with me, people
I remember us walkin'
Down an old dirt road i remember
Down by
Toby, one for the gentleman!
Hear the birdies cheeping
Helps to keep it cheery
Toby!
Throw the old woman out!
God, that's good!
What's your
Oh just because I asked a friend about her
Just because I spoke her name somewhere
Just because I rang her number by mistake today
You know she
a plan B if your trap phone startin' to get cold
If somethin' happen to your plug and your bills startin' to get old (damn)
Fourteen, just lead by
I'm waiting for the boys to bring the truck in
They should've been here by now
It's way past 4:20 and I'm sitting waiting
For the boys to come get
feet or more
By the old barn door
Oh the first snowfall of the winter
What a joy for a boy to behold
In each house you'll find a sleigh
That was
understand why
I believe if I refuse to grow old
I shall be young till I die
Now I've had my fears
And seventy years
I've had troubles and tears by
the railroad track
Old engineer in the train sitting in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that them drivers made
People passing by would stop and say
Oh
to give you
They tried to cool with ya chill with ya take no pictures
What the fuck I look like standing by you police ass niggas
How you let a nigga
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
those old time stars
Through wars of worlds invaded by Mars
You made 'em laugh, you made 'em cry
You made us feel like we could fly
So don't become
They give him his orders at Monroe, Virginia
Sayin', "Steve, you're way behind time
This is not 38, but it's Old 97
You must put her in Spencer
those old time stars
Through wars of worlds invaded by Mars
You made 'em laugh, you made 'em cry
You made us feel like we could fly
So don't become
tape on every other thing
Real ferns in the sunroom
Bug zapper by the screen
Dog hair on the restoration hardware
Who says you can't have nice
to move the product in the old school (yeah)
Thumbing through paper from last year but it's not old news (right)
My psycho bitch, she got me shopping up
feet or more
By the old barn door
Oh the first snowfall of the winter
What a joy for a boy to behold
In each house you'll find a sleigh
That was
[2x]
"How old are you my pretty little miss
How old are you my honey?"
She answered him with a silly little smile
"I'll be sixteen next Sunday".
At the end of day when work was over
And when the evening meal was done
Dad would read to us from the family Bible
And we'd count our many blessings one by
moving five mill when I shoot dough
Audemar, Hublot
One point five on the two-do'
Old hustle, new flow
Old money, new ho
Sucker-free and I'mma chill, bro,
Who's that coming down the street
Good old organ grinder Pete
Monkey dancing on a string
To the organ grinder's swing
Da-dya, da-dya, da-dya
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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