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Uh, trunk full of skateboards riding down the interstate
My girl is a baddie finna take her on a dinner date
Spinach on my dinner plate, spinach in
keeps falling
Down, down, down.
Will you recognize me?
Call my name or walk on by
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down, down.
He-hey,
city (in my city)
I bet you wanna know what's on my mind
When I be sliding by mean mugging
Relieving some of this stress
Don't fuck with me you'll get
a fuck
Mr. Lee can suck a dick and jiggle the nut
I ain't the one, to let a nigga disrespect me
Or try to check me, get the wet t
Down with WC 'cause
watchin' the days
Go by go by
Go by
Keep me far from here
With me you forget fear
Make your problems disappear
I pray you hold your hope down
The air you
with the poles
We ain't running from a soul yeah
Where we from, we don't raise hoes
Fast money, nothing slow yeah
We running these streets that's fasho
Don't need no petition
To fight inhibitions
Nowadays I've been taking it slow
Wondering if all the good days of my life are now over
Nowadays I've been
fan
I'm finna slide on his daughter, bitch we got' fuck around to some slow jams
And in case he trynna' talk down, we gon' hit him up, make him slow
spicy
I don't gang bang but I got
Some finger twisters by me
Set the bar up-up, bitch
It's hard to trip around me
Feel like Bledsoe
Made some bucks when I
BEAUTIFUL GHETTO
By TUCK 88
Featuring: MR. CHENJERAI
Additional vocals by: N'DEA, FATNICE & MING XIA
VERSE ONE: TUCK 88
Look, I was eleven when
Cant touch what you won't go get
They won't learn if we can't teach
It was time for me to start loving myself
So now I'm multiplied by me
I don't
nigga Trae, getting cake now
Split it down the middle, 50-50 that's the break down
Baby, keep your face down, and don't talk back
You can find me in
the sights no one knows
I think you'd find it cool
Where the wild things go
Now that time's moving slow
Something new
Prophecy, watch the hills roll down
you should master
Fast or slow, ayo
This shit is for the willin', dealin' in cash flow
Transfigurated villain, the feelin', down low, yo
Write up
I'm through playin' for a crew
that ain't got my back
when I'm the one who done
created the sack
Mister You Know Who remember me
I
[Chorus]
Would you like to go with me, down my dead end street?
Would you like to come with me, to village ghetto life?
Let me tell you bout
I'm from 1994
I'm on the 52
Highway whipping in my bucket, mister thrifty lu
AKA nifty stu, AKA wayward son
Momma said carry on, I turned into
make you wish you
hadn't stuttered.
Verse 3-(Mystikal)
Slow down, they see me an say, THAT'S HIM,
that's that bastard,
an as soon
wish you hadn't stuttered.
Slow down, they see me an say, THAT'S HIM,
that's that bastard,
an as soon as you start runnin up like it's hurtin ya,
your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear
down
I don’t pick a battle I just sick a pack of pit bulls at em then
Light my ciggy, flick it at 'em, I ain’t one for all the chitter chatting
Busy
Slow down what you doing over there
I see you over there with the nice brown hair
Looking all around like you just don't care
I'll take you home baby
Ride slow
Cruising down the road
Ain't stopping for gas don't know how we getting home
Everybody tripping cuz I got my eyes closed
This is how it
float like the Michelin Man
Money, I don't get it, society cannot forget it
People think I'm pathetic, the ways I'm making bread and
the means that we
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