Lyrics:
just here for the ride
Yeah
It's like
I just can't get enough of you (I just can't get enough)
I'll let you tear me up in two ( I'll let you tear me up
wheels I pull up I'm ripping the streets
That girl came in here with her boyfriend bet she look better with me
When we ridin get too faded I told you
slick and get stuck
But don't play tough boy, go and get it up
Hey yo Cube, tell me this
Why half of the homies gettin' worked by a bitch?
Then they
and we said look at that fucker dance."
It takes one to know one
It takes two to tango
Three cheers for the DJ
cnd four on the floor
Five fingered
my fate
Got on two watches I still come in late
I love all my fans and appreciate the hate
The hate just be helping that shit motivates
I'm waking up
at
yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good
(Tupac) even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby
Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah
Throw it up
what to do
When there's panic attacks, girl I'm just tryna relax
I just wanna roll up, I just wanna live life
Without the inner demons tryna come up
Do just what I tell you
Don't come in any closer
And no one will get hurt
'Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two
A rebel I be one
things they still ain't even thought of yet
A good homie is hard to come by
But most times you get done by the ones you trust most
So, I gotta
and the register?s low
The bartender don't have much to say
The regular crowd gets thinner each day
Some have maxed out all their credit cards
Some are working two
on drillings
Stepped in the dance with
The leng ones watching
Clocking a real bad boy cut thru
Burners and shanks get put into use
So don't get your head back
folks try to fucking get touch
We pulled licks and such to live plush
Rush out with it yea we get it rob niggas mob niggas
Slide triggers to the right
cncient is your tradition
c nation of millions,
Its going to take a nation.
Verse 2:
The world we live in
Racists puppets and henchmen
The people can only
mack on with two red sleepy dices
And for busters, it ain't no love
We fucked up off of 40's and joints of bud
Off to the store to get me a 4-0
it
Head ass you're a 2 Face
Karma got you
Ain't the last time you too late
Come and wrap it up
Dance like my buddy
Muhammad Ali
We are not equal
My
folding up
Lifes bout gains gotta hustle to get my muscle up
Bars Im on it like calasthetic kings real spitter doing my thing produce tracks dance sing
folding up
Lifes bout gains gotta hustle to get my money up
Bars Im on it like calasthetic kings real spitter doing my thing produce tracks dance sing
really buy anything that sells
Don't go broke tryna be like me or try so hard that you end up in jail
I
I live what I rap I don't live my life by abiding
of the game face
Pluck signs on the jackets
Get props, yo, like a Prop Joe packet
It's illegal
How those kids can come from out of the slums to live so
side
[Chorus]
Long Live John Walt
I never thought the day would come
Feel like it's my fault
I feel you shining thru the sun
Long Live John Walt
I
it east different cities, different girls, different titties
and we get ‘em by the dozens call 'em groupie committees
We getting busy like bone all up
Chain Gang twenty-twenty two
TDSC
IDS crew
All that tough talk you doing really don't mean shit
Come up out your crib
You're gonna get your wig split
Waiting on the first cause we save right
All I really want is the bands, make her dance, put a smile on momma face, and make her proud
Live for
My name is Mary and I'm from Greenville, Mississippi
But this is where I live here in this old folks' dormitory
Every Sunday night Sarah comes to see
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