Lyrics:
it look like
So I keep swanging, out here clanging tryna live my life
I fli, I flips down the Ave
Know I'm looking good
I'm banging "Screw",
put two in your stomach
And flash the burner on bitches like stacks of hundreds
I'm livin my life (my life), what gets better than ice in hell
When you
of my niggaz talking in D-Town mackin' and hustlin'
Multiplied by Chi then milwaukee came up for tha fuckin' at 10,
Hut 2-3-4 for and tha rollers lace
I'm blessed
Even though I get slammed with lawsuits like car doors
See three P.O.'s like Star Wars
They want me by the road holdin' up cardboard
So
Eno be everybody wey eget the things you get
So go on look ahead and live your life with no regret
Don't you envy brother man because it all depends
Number 3 Boy am I Delighted
RIGHT Heres the key
Go open he door Turner
Then Turn Squirter by who
You defended for murder
It the Casper Show Full
Shutup yo, yo, yo, yo
My life's not right [check one]
My life's not right [check two]
My life's not right [check three]
Are you ready?
(You
We'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed
(To live and die in LA) to live and die in L.A.
It's the place to be (Let my angel sin')
You've got to be
foul
On the 3rd planet east of Plutonia
From the poppy an extraction
Called Criddacktonite
Conceived as a weapon backed by the Supremacy
Their
join me and together
And love bind us together
You are the alpha and omega
Come and live in me forever
Jesus says
Am standing by the door of your heart
And we believe where two or three gather in your name (your name)
And so now we live expecting to see God
Aye yo
We came through the door
an covers can't smother the pain that I have,
Sometimes I feel like I lost my better half, so sad,
But that's the way of the ghetto,
See yo life is already
an covers can't smother the pain that I have,
Sometimes I feel like I lost my better half, so sad,
But that's the way of the ghetto,
See yo life is already
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
of my niggaz talking in D-Town mackin' and hustlin'
Multiplied by Chi then milwaukee came up for tha fuckin' at 10,
Hut 2-3-4 for and tha rollers lace
eyes (in my eyes)
Me and my daughter, we gon' be alright
We gon' live a good life (life)
Big homie better hold up (hold up)
Me and my whoadies
a better person, you'll forever be working
I don't want that version, Ross said it best
You measure success by how many people you bless
When you left,
all hommie, tryna get the pain out, drink some liquor, still no better,
So much sorrow in our lives, and lots of anger I reside, pressure by
waters
All of life's abundance in a drop of condensation
When I was young
I carried my guitar down to the crossroads
And over the seas
Now those old
Young Gutta, Jody Breeze, Breeze
Boyz N Da Hood, everybody know me
Yeah, I'm Gorilla Zoe, Mr. 'Missed to stack the door'
Right there by the corner
Down here on planet zero
They swing that gavel hard
No words, no peace, no advocate
No signs of life so far
Better pray for the soul
, heavily guarded by hollow-tip slug
Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound and bow down
Slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
Articulate,
is life
The life we should have always lived since we were born
Creation of machines has gone and out the door
Automate my lungs
Live like the breath
But he's talking about, "I wanna see you deceased"
No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place
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