Lyrics:
the Golden Gate
Pistol was a throw away, some you niggas don't relate
Keep it player, like 4 Tay in Fillmoe, mane
My moms ran the Y in the West close to Huey's
the pies
All the things I survived
I can't believe I'm alive
All my dreams are defined
By the realness
I work so damn hard
Man I can't believe I built this
Walked in the mall, spent a stupid amount
Don't smoke OZs, gotta buy it by the pound
Shorty like jello, I'm in love with your sound
Huey on the beat, so
Oh my gawd RiveRGawD
R.I.P to Huey pull up we pop lock and drop em
Said I had an ego shut up bitch these diamonds, glossen
Whippin' in the stu with
Soyenge Naa Kisi Ko Bhi Sone Denge
Nashe Main Ho Raha Hai Jo Bhi Usse Hone Denge
Music Pe Fly Kar Le..
Volume High Karle
Volume High Karle Pump It.. Pump
a nigga roll like me
Military mind stated and I keep a gun and a degree
You can label me a Huey P
Made a martyr outta Martin, outta Malcolm, outta Medgar
Other people suck. So, you're surrounded by other people, Huey Lewis is playing. Literally, Huey Lewis, the guy he's in hell. His hell is to play fucking
the freaks (let's go)
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
The way that we talk, cocky, the state of New York (that's right)
Hot now top down
of ten, the only type of hoes I link with
Huey, Deuce, or Dodie told me if I'm gon' relinquish
Then a billion dollars better be what I'm in sync with
Yes
Who else, who else
Yes
This is
Keep Chasing Papi (uh)
Just another winner baby
Keep Chasing Papi
Huey Verses
We slip in the club
Yes
Who else, who else
Yes
This is
Keep Chasing Papi (uh)
Just another winner baby
Keep Chasing Papi
Huey Verses
We slip in the club
them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, uh, Figg
about the cash
So we respect the biggest gainers
Niggas get paid then they run
Away from the community
That ain't gangsta nigga
You the opposite of Huey P
X the man
The shooting of Huey Newton
From a hand of a nigga, pulled the trigger
Come on down
Come on down (get down) (would you join me please
X the man
The shooting of Huey Newton
From a hand of a nigga, pulled the trigger
Come on down
Come on down (get down) (would you join me please
an actor in high def then RedBox 'em
Tip the scales in my favor, stay in your top ten
If life's like a triple beam, I'm weighing my options
Y'all like,
Listen to the sounds when you're
Living high and mighty
Living high and mighty
Living high and mighty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Living high and mighty
yeah, before we get old
High, high, high
We got high, high, high
We got high, high, high
We got high (high, high, high)
Hanging on a reason by
to that crack or raised too
High to fight for Yusef
Can't blame 'em, they slumber
Come here ya Casanova
Just because Mandela is free don't mean
The freedom
Let’s get high and start hallucinatin’ (really high)
Sick and tired of always concentratin’
On this bull shit I see (fuck that)
Got me making faces
I
own
Whether we did diamond or hardly sold
We did it for our soul
Hop out the V and park by Neiman Marcus
Hope I don't see a snatch and grab
They
it ever was
Back to school parade
Them gunshots beat to a different drum
It ain't safe up at the bud
We not saved by mamas hug
The kids stop playin
call 'em out altogether
Rather than waste the amount of bars it'll take for me to call 'em out by name
Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I've
high, flying high
Bird of prey, bird of prey
Gently pass on by, flying high
Flying high, flying high
Flying high, flying high
Flying high, flying high
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