Lyrics:
a butter knife
Oh wait, I take it back, don't wanna cause no strife
Yeah they all my boys but I wish they was my wife
Frisbee ultimo es lo que yo juego
, bang)
You woulda thought I was whippin' and pushin' and sellin' this dope
(Bang, bang)
The way that they tell me to get out of town and then aim for
it was, when I was here before
'Cept my ex ain't here in the gallery showin' me support
And that breaks my heart, 'cos I love her no doubt
Still I know
computer
And it didn't mean
Anything to me
Back then
And he also
Tapped on a table
In a rhythmic way
Kind of like
The sound of
Horses running
Kind
back
Have an exit strategy, in fact, you probably should pack//
We was seated 5 deep in Grand Caravan
By the store wit da purple and white logo with
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang
Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's when I swirled
a little too loc'ed
And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
Say the wrong word
Then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird
Bust
And it's a arch up in my back when I strike that pose
Make a fuck boy wanna come and bang my line
You ain't insured by survival, I can't take that ride
My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines (talk to 'em)
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (uh-huh)
The shells'll bang, make
need your help I did this shit on my own
If it glitters aint gold now I'm the one in control ya
Light a match and explode
Then I rinse repeat and reload
an awkward way
I used to talk about rape like it was funny
And then they raped the woman that was close to me
Now I listen to those tracks and I can't
me that
Call it murder, paramedics just pronounced 'em dead
Call it grenade 'cause all he seen was flash bang
Call her Ethika, she be on my dingaling
Black guys on my ass again 'cause I'm that crazy Mexican
[Yogi]
I remember how it all began
I used to bust raps to my East County friends
Now back then
I thought that we were meant to be but
I can tell was not to be
If it was meant to be then
It would be so I'mma see
But until then I'mma fall back
the little locs are getting a little too loc'ed
And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
Say the wrong word
Then whistle down the street to your
wanting figures if you're not I'd reconsider
Maybe pick a different path its just the thought that I'd consider
Cause these bitches get my Richard then they
on 'em, I'm makin' a scene
Then I'm makin' 'em scream
Straight from the bricks, I need a lick
I dreamed about it since I was a jit
Nigga, I'm lit, I
it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
It was a full
something wrong
Bang, bang, bang, another bullet went astray
Another soul dead and gone
I heard a gun the other day
It spoke to me and told me power
Was
when
I got back it was this chicken
Special that Coach and LL make
Shit was great! Also made my own
Rice and noodles with it and
Put it on a tortilla
the crew
Is that love that's in your circle
Is you gang gang
Do you invade then go bang bang
Evade
Get back they just hang man
Could you move the circle
them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, uh, Figg
nigga, splene know what I mean
It's not a thing now (that's right)
Do what I say, leave you by the lake, put two in your face
With shit I couldn't do
when I think
How I was living back then
'Cause yo
It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got
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