Lyrics:
with age
The fantasy fades, with faith only driftin' away
Still haunted by 1942
But now that forty two means fortitude
'Cause the struggle and pain that
until the end of time
From Watts to Baton Rouge
From the Sanford streets to your living room
If we don't exercise our rights,
How's it gonna work out?
Anderson/Howe
The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes.
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems.
And space between the focus
Hovers between two different worlds
Real life and the world he adores
Never has time to spend with his friends
Trapped in his desire to explore
on
[E-40]
We like to mob, M.O.B. my organization of business, why'all
Fuck with me and I route you'll never see another Christmas
Expect Nicholas to be
us.
Remember the time
When you slept on Watts, because I was up and wasn’t getting love
Remember the time
When they thought I was a dub so they tossed
'fore I put a fork in you like the don Al Bo
[Al Bolden]
Al Beezy dog !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And it's time to get hype
And pop trunk on twanks
with AK's out
Anderson/Howe
The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes.
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems.
And space between the focus
the type to just sit and watch
A Vision of the Sun shed light like a trillion watts
Blessed to be a blessing I
Said I'd never question God
Sent
talk about shottys and .40s
But them boys ain't ever seen guns
I'm tryna retire at 40
I ain't working 'til 71
I ain't working 'til 71
I ain't
on the 40 watt bulb
They use when the slime droozle off
The rumples & the wrinkles in the cardboard rock
And the canvas of the cave is too soft
The suits
different now
You could say the situation's reversed
And it will not be the last time I'll have to be out by the first
Twenty-five forty-one, big
Another trip around the sun
Forty yrs down, mean I'm forty yrs done
Age is just a number but my forty mean sumn
Retrospective reflection on all that
Drinking forty ounces
Facing the Sun
Trying to get drunk
Had to tap the shoulder of a bum
Under 21 way too young for liquor
Lectured on that by dad
No doubt, I'm living it
Been claiming the set since the year found Snoop innocent
Slanging hard rock when the rap game was ran by Timberlands
at the station and they don't look friendly
Well, they don't look friendly, well they don't
Blind or crippled, sharp or dull
I'm reading the Bible by a forty-watt
the sun or the house
martin or the plumber may seek warmer climes in winter yet these
are not strangers to our land.
GUARD #1: Are you suggesting coconuts
And fuck niggas gonna lose a lot
Knock knock nigga, come feel the drama
If the bed low I'mma stack the crown
Up the contraband in between my gun
Before
Hit the gang by my lonely
And probably hit the blade with a shorty
This shit make me wanna hit the hood
So I can drink me a 40
And go and catch
you know how talkin'
On a Sprint feel 40 bang on him
I give him that Shawn Kemp feel
How the dog house in ya backyard got a
Backyard and you strugglin'
hear him rattling the chains on the door
He couldn't get in I could see he tried
Through the shadows of the cage around the forty watt light
Daddy
Well sometimes the sun shines on
Other people's houses and not mine
Some days the clouds paint the sky all gray
And it takes away my summertime
in the dark
Man, couldn't find lines so crossed them
Only fine line I could see was only between me and my opposites
All the time, all I can think,
No cap
Keep my 40 on me
For a fake nikka
I got murder on my mind
Feel like I’m melly nikka
Cross me wrong
And get hit right
Without a caution
You
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