Lyrics:
the apple don't fall too far from the tree
I was thirteen, mad as hell
Thinking why can't we live up in Beverly Hills (listen)
Wondered why all my homies
in the building
And don't say a word
They just stare at me
I wanna walk up the hills in Beverly
They wanna cut off my head with the guillotine
Most
out, it's so much I can show you
Without rolling through Beverly Hills
Without money, cars, clothes, or even ecstasy pills
I don't need weed to ease
gon' use a dummy page to hit his management
"I'ma need your artist on my album, what's the damages?"
I got the cameraman with me, let's shoot a movie
it rip all through the shit
You know I’m gone
I pop a tag Leave in the morn
I fuck her once
Head to the store
Yeah we gon get it
Yeah when we on
I need
wit our tongues
I was deceived, by every one
I can't be beat, I already won
My money stretches like it did a lunge
Yo only bag is the one for ya lunch
Like I'm fresh prince
White bottle of belaire
In my best fit
I can tell by how you stare
That you stressing
I don't care
Act up if you wanna lesson
mine
While, biblical words don't need to ra-hyme
I said, "let there be a light," and there was light
And the breeze (?), like that kid who made
drop top
Want the Axel Foley life, talkin Beverly Hills cop
Two shots, we sip a lot, one shot, that's all you got
She just wanna be on the scene, stuntin
drop top
Want the Axel Foley life, talkin Beverly Hills cop
Two shots, we sip a lot, one shot, that's all you got
She just wanna be on the scene, stuntin
that I'm shopping in Beverly
Running 'round the lobby
Fucking with the bitches
I keep the extension
Cause I don't trust these women
Geeking off a Scotty
I didn't even realise I did it
I can see that she's not sweet she's only savoury
I'm drowning in my ego oh
Need a come save me
We countin' up bread
Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that being said,
Every day, you know that I gotta pray, no houses on Beverly way
But came from the subs of Waverly place
Came from the minors, but major league plays
roaches
"And you need some love and care"
They be scared to death to pull them burners out them
holsters
Yo, word to my mother, I think they eat
to my beverly
Physical Affection, is what i need
Physical Affection, is what i need yeah
Physical Affection, is what i need
Physical Affection, is what i
cover
Island lover
To kiss and caress her under cover
She cannot take it no more she's got one foot trough the door
Need some time by herself she
I already know that you doubted
It don't even matter so go ahead and doubt me again
Gotta keep the weed low when
I'm riding by 50 cause you know that
heaven for grace tell Him you want it now
Separate yourself thats the recipe
Spend time with God
He'll hill like Beverly
One time for the Christ one time
Cheeba chebba, y'all
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by (Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh (You
willin' to embrace a thug
Feelin' like a change of heart
And all I really need is a sign or a word from God
So shower down on me, wet me with your love
Is the last words she said to me
Now I'm wishing she was still here with me
You're gonna need me, need me one day (gonna need me one day)
Now that
to go
'Love' is the word I really need
So please will you come back and kiss on my cheek
By my side, by my side, by my side
Stay by my side, by my
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
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