Lyrics:
the bag and you know I be stacking shit
But you niggas be bitches and y'all is not having it
I pull up on his block and then we get the spinning
Got my
[Chorus] x 4
[Master P talking]
For all the muthafuckin runaways out there
I mean all us niggas that been incarcerated by technology
By
only real reason
Is a distant memory of who we once have been
I don't hear what I heard once
Now I see what's been blurred once
By sweet tears, they be
in the fetus behind blank face imitations
She's baba I'm the mountain I could sure use Mark invention
Can feel something Phil Collins I'm so cold
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
of me hungry (M-M)
These niggas wanna gossip, I just want the dollars
All black Phantoms, going south from Collins (oh yeah)
Villains know we killin',
and Lisa Raye's complexion
can step up to the foul line for an AIDS test
My jewelry like big trucks
I don't care if you flash your Milwaukee Bucks
Even
Before you advertise
All the fame is implied
With no fortune unseen
Sell the rights
To your blight
Time-machine
While I'm dulled by excess
And a cynic
't hold it, I can't explain it
If loving you is wrong, then I don't wanna be right
I've conquered my fears with you by my side
Pushed my Limits, and touch
and ridin' 4s
So you can just say that I'm ridin' high
Ridin' fly on my pilot shit, first class
Continental
Double cup full of sleepin' potion
Sweet full of LA
Can't be pennies
Most likely grants and benggies
And you better keep em
(By your side)
I love you too much to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there
Post card memories
(Collins/Williams)
V1:
Growing up with mama at home
And Daddy playing out on the road
All the red thumb tacks on a map
it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
'm from, it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
love girl to cascade
Oh but the dreams are all shattered
What can I do now that your
Love has left my life
My dreams are cut to shreds by jealous
They seem to forget all the things that I done
Memories, memories (one and Only)
Memories, memories (Mingo, haha)
Memories, memories
I just
it tight, a'ight (you're all)
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live (I need)
In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids (to get by)
Word life you
times that we got high
Can't believe how time flies
Memories that passed by
I got all these memories
I got all these memories
I got all these memories
I
If my memory serves me right
I would tuck you in almost every night
Saying, "Sweet dreams" and "Good night"
Right before I turned off all
on them hunnids, no they can't fuck my groove
Annie are you okay? Are you okay? I'm smooth
Just because I'm a player don't mean I play by the rules
Tell
Ima do right by you girl
I am yo pusha man
Whatever state we in
I'll be here til the end
Let's change the world together
Have some beautiful kids
If you
You can't separate peace from freedom cause no one can be at peace until he has freedom
And you know i live for the funnnk baby
O! Knock at my
(Bone Collector the plug)
(ThisIsHabib)
So sweet
Mmm
I ain't goin', I ain't, yeah, I got a show tonight
But I ain't been feelin' right, all I
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