Lyrics:
Away from all the troubles
(Feel the vibe)
And problems that's goin' on down there in the real world
(Enjoy the ride)
Oh, it feel good, don't it?
I responded by saying hello
She paid for my drink and then said: "Let's go"
20 minutes later things were starting to cook
As we pulled up into her
down? Nigga, holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
I got a caravan of niggas every time we ride
Hittin'
down? Nigga, holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
I got a caravan of niggas every time we ride
Hittin'
the switches on that shit one time, huh
Let the top down
I came a long way from the weed game
Twenty stack seats at the Heat game
And I'm still strapped
the switches on that shit one time, huh
Let the top down
I came a long way from the weed game
Twenty stack seats at the Heat game
And I'm still strapped
a station
Then it's no comment, no comment, no comment
They can keep me to the sunrise
From littering to gun crime
The code that I live by I die by
Man you
make this 10K at these days
I don't wanna be running back and forth for the same
Shit I ain't never please a bitch but God let's go
Twenty two
Twenty
Twenty for my girl and eight for my bro
Take 'em from eachother, huh, wait, hold on
Divide it by the beast, break me out of my shell
Twelve by six,
hand
Down the Rhine, they meant to have a picnic
'Til Jones said, "I must decline
You boys have been advised by me
Stay away from Germany
What's the good
the past
To the places we stay
Time to kick back and reminisce
Those golden days
Those golden days
Golden days
Golden days
These golden days
From Australia
retire!
Verse One: Too $hort, Eightball
From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I Don't Stop Rappin like my first tapes
When I was broke, I used
now I'm ridin' neon
Our cars look like crayon, hoes know I'm the man though (yeah)
I can shoulder lean, I don't know how to dance though
Let me see
now I'm ridin' neon
Our cars look like crayon, hoes know I'm the man though (yeah)
I can shoulder lean, I don't know how to dance though
Let me see
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but the break of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of this type
I'm in my twenties I wanna see thirty
At least protect my kids from the world cuz they shit dirty
If I do go don't cry I ain't hurting. life is blurry
We don't speak the same language (no) I got a translator
Spittin' twenty five times, see your bitch ass later, see'mon!
[Chorus]
That nigga X
I responded by saying hello
She paid for my drink and then said: "Let's go"
20 minutes later things were starting to cook
As we pulled up into her
live in California, drive a drop top
Roll by the beach, look at the freaks
jump in my car, I do it every week
DJ's who know call me Mister Short
All
heavens gates are open
Whenever my time is I dont know when
Till then I just pray they notice
Confused by this world we live in
Dont know if or when Ill
last laughs the hardest
Whether now or later
Y'all gonna pay me back regardless
And y'all can take THAT to the bank
Motherfuckers
When you're from down
be the one)
Let me be the one that's always in your dreams
Let me be the one who be right by your side
Let me be the one, let me be the one
I'm
know if you still down
All the shit we've been through
Let me know if you still down
We ain't got nothing to lose
You talking like Twenty not good
books got me a veggie bun
Locked down at ten, I got the microwave from 9:50, don't touch my shit (ah)
Cut the bottom of the mop bucket, don't give none
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