Lyrics:
found a cat with a record he live out in Texas
His myspace is over seven digits
The radio play him every second
The second that I see him we gon get em
Shown improvement
Just a shame that can't nobody make me
Day by day
Little by little by little by little I climb
Little by little by little by little I
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled (word)
Get your ass up, and let's get ill
That's right, y'all, we more than rough, we callin'
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
to something horrible
Okay we got quite a lot of stuff to do so come on let's get busy
The big fish is about to get taken out by some crazy little fishes
(Stop
and how could I be a father if I didn't have any money?
And I sat there sipping water thinking, "am I going crazy?
For six or seven months she has been
to Tavuni
And we're getting off the dock
We could really use some shelter
And by some I mean a lot
So we take a little moment
Asking God where we should go
We
didn't have to, but you could've signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold
little brother, man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said, "No"
That's pretty shitty, man,
little brother, man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said, "No"
That's pretty shitty, man,
me, when I go actually try
For the people, that wanna go stop by and say hi
You don't gotta lie, but I realize sudden switches every day though
Got
a second
Chill, relax, designer, my bredren
Live a lifestyle niggas couldn't last a second
Rollin' up the spice now we hittin' up a seven
And I fucked thirty
second hand coat
Happy just to float
In this little taste of liberty
A part of everything you see
There coming left or right
Trying to flog you stuff you
Folgate
Walking wild and free, in your second hand coat,
Happy just to float
In this little taste of liberty
A part of everything you see
They're coming
obligated, to be a Juvenile for life
It don't change robbin' shit in this game
I know you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the rest
But who's
bruh
It's embarrassing how some people be choosing
All 'em clout chasers over real hustlers up in my region
What?
Y'all are busy tripping
This a track
twenty-seven, argues fights
Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood
"Cause when I flow the for the street"
"Who else could it be"
Some people have to learn
Some people wait there turn
Some people have to fight
Some people give it up
They wanna hold you back, tell 'em pee
Lemme tell you a little story
Bout a kid by the name of shorty
First six years smooth
Ninety seven begin to worry
Treated sorry
Abused, starved,
partner
I know that all these blessings are karma
I need a fire lit by the seaside
Purest manuka up in my beehive
Give me a second, and let the beat
of lemon
This one is the buisineisum
I don't make this drink by the gallon
I make it by the cup, then I'm stylin'
Got KFK, Slaughterhouse and Brother
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
a little pride
You looking a mess
Why would people catch a nothing
So let's do this
You wonder why you weren't kisses
Busted homeboy you've disk
Cause you're
and even lasting a year
Yeah I made my mistakes, yeah I paid my dues
Hated by blacks, made enemies with jews
I was 7 years ahead of my time in '92
I said
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