Lyrics:
thinkin' they got it goin' on
Folks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya home
Check the background, St. Louis clown from the U-Town
Fourteen, pimp
jail stay
My life will always be affected by those 12 days
Sergeant, please call the parents of Sebastien Francois and Carlee Bey
We got the wrong guys
As I was drivin' home along the boulevard late one night
I saw a guy in the corner, bummin' all alone
As I passed him by, I heard him holler out,
As I was drivin' home along the boulevard late one night
I saw a guy in the corner, bummin' all alone
As I passed him by, I heard him holler out,
Hey, Dustin, how ya' doin', bud
Ah, I'm all right
Ya' sure
Yeah, I'm all right
Well, it seems like somethin's goin', what's-what's up, buddy
I was
in a hellcat
Don't be mad when you see me with a big bag
Get a bag with the guys, I'ma split that
Sick in the head, niggas twisted
Gotta keep goin cuz
the world of this town here
We're goin' back home.
Verse 3:
We take our baths in our den
We hop in our house, and then
We sleep til' the mornin' rises
We
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
When my parents outta town,
I got all my buddies round,
So we gonna have a party tonight
And if your daddy's got the truck
Then I'll come
spitballs and cause crazy fights every week
I was the complete rascal, Dennis the Menace
I there was any trouble goin' down best believe I was in it
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
face)
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
If this is a race I ain't goin' for no pace I am goin' for your place
Bow ya home, how ya gone
Fuck with me if I ain't
pace I am goin' for your place
Bow ya home, how ya gon'
Fuck with me if I ain't fuckin' around
2 eyes to the sky
10 toes touchin' the ground
Bitch nigga
Movin’ like ghosts no bando
Trappin’ out the car goin’ circles
Got white got brown got purple
I was in the street that’s my home
Don't know why they
My Posse's On Broadway
My Posse's On Broadway
Me and Kid Sensation, at home away from home
In the black Benz limo with the cellular phone
I'm callin
at home buddy, 'cause ignorance is bliss
Break point for your brain cells
Break point for your brain cells
There's someone else
Who wanna escape from this
deal with the weather
Feelings get severed, time to move on
New day it's a new song
My nigga keep grams like a group home
God forgive who we do wrong
Last thing I wanna do is die in the middle of my crime
Like me havin' a shootout with some guys or leavin' a lick if somethin' go wrong
Or in
New Jersey's Finest
Miscellaneous
It's all on me
We can go have fun, make it back by one
We can do whatever you want to do
We can go
'cross the way and there's, like, this fuckin' dude
He's surrounded by, like, a battalion of fuckin' people, right?
It's this guy now, he's a famous
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
the slightest light
Gathered in a circle with some guys I’m inspired by
He approached each one and reached his hands out
Covered they eyes and turned them black
I
through the eyes of every guy in this room.
I was born in a small town and soon went to school.
I learned a billion things, mostly how to play by
discover me, hit the front porch
Two women butterly lovely in front of me got my head gone
I sent the bitch in the bed home 'cause one of them
Got chocolate
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