Lyrics:
come with me
I know she got a man, but fuck it
If he want smoke then it’s up like chimney
My whip come with curtains, pull them shits back they be like
Ah, me and my nigga 2Pac finna do what we do
Understand this
'Cause it's way understandable
Niggas done changed, man
Niggas done really changed, Rich
the sarcastic kiss planted on my forehead by the swarthy potugese center half
who i just dismissed
The Y is for Yate
the kind of town referees come from
And the Z
to you be the ones Who getting tricky
They're not with you all the way j in case there 50/50
Anyone you think about it j all Comes unexpectedly
All my
bellied, son of Tricky Dicky
Is gonna mother Hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope, money for rope
No short haired, yellow
I don't even want a whip if it ain't got you in it
I could ride by myself
But ain't no fun in that
I need my chromed out cutie
Come n ride with a Mac
Better come and hype me up
Better come and hype me up
Trey gonna turn me up
Trey gonna turn me up
Better come and turn me up
Better come and turn me
switch up on my niggas
I show love to all of my niggas
Can I come by, fuck what happened last night
I need good vibes don't you give me bad vibes
and Root thing we do not want to feel pain
Safety's our aim, let me see if I can explain
Hello, hi there, I had to stop you from walking by there
Reason that
i'm playing my life getting tricky
They try but they're looking so silly
I told its best to stick with me
There's love that i want but that shit is so
be all up in different cities
I know that you wanna come with me
Pussy boy say he wanna kill me
But you ain't on go why you toting that semi
If you
gettin touched I don't think these niggas feel me
Lick a nigga seal it and we mean it sincerely
Hit a nigga first for a nigga come and kill me
I'm ridin
tatted in me
You should be glad I'm in this
You should rejoice that a prophet is in this tricky business
Let's keep the record spinnin'
We'll reinforce
of Tricky Dicky's
Gonna Mother Hubbard soft-soap me
With just a pocketful of hope money for dope
Money for rope
I'm sick to death of seeing things
From
at a loss here
cren't we hanging by a thread?
You're spitting feathers, pushing witless wonders headfirst under it
So come on, let's not lose it
Can we
a bitch could leave me
I never knew how this shit get tricky
Sitting and thinking about how u leaving, it's killing my heart that u made your decision
Grah
Uptight short sided narrow minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic psychotic
books what's he taking from you?
And worried peeps go on about it
Say a lot of changes better come
A pocket full of change is emptied by
A little
hushed?
(Hush)
Think he gon trick me
But trust me I am too tricky
I'm eating them up for dinner
You loser, I am the winner
Still hottest up in the winter
this gone be tricky
To get back to the city surrounded by those who love me
Cause right now it's only Monarch G and I feel lonely
I know, that's not fact
this gone be tricky
To get back to the city surrounded by those who love me
Cause right now it's only Monarch G and I feel lonely
I know, that's not fact
turned out right
Cheers to the guys, who helped me fight
Cheers to the nights, we would get high
Here's to the times, you were by my side
All the good
had enough of reading things
By neurotic psychotic pigheaded politicians
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
No short haired yellow
When are you gonna come home? (Hey)
Home (hey)
Home (hey)
Home (hey)
Home (hey)
You're so tricky and complicated
You tell me that I gotta get
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