Lyrics:
defense
That's 2 or 3 and I'm zonin'
Got money like I cloned it
Your bitch came through and I owned it
Rims on the Caddy and I ice-cream coned it
to wreck
I'm seein two's, three's, oasises and mirages
Bumpin' into trees, leaves, garbage cans and garages
Under my seat, military issue
Spoofed up
T-pain
Some feelings I couldn’t maintain
Now me feel weak now I’m in pain
When I heard you had a girl that you’ve been dating
I would kill all my pride
scratch in a Malcom X line
Hypocrite, your hits break the bits
The boss of brain lays pain when I spit
Criticized, cause I'm takin' the dares
And now
to deal with the pain"
(My nigga Ray Luv, when'd you get up out the pen, man?)
[ Ray Luv ]
June 2nd '93 I returned to the streets
Did 2 months in
you become a target
So prepare to be bombarded by my rage until your bodies all in pain and you can feel the hate that's buried deep within my brain
of the game
Even though my hussle ain't changed
I'm still prayin' my best presence to overcome my pain
Singin' tapes of cain
The roads to riches seems
she taking off her clothes (baby take off ya clothes)
And I'm sprung just like I'm T pain
But baby shine like the sun just like some champagne
I could
State to state and overseas gettin' faded
The Buddha king, seen the green grow tall
I'm bringing it all right back home to y'all
Many different strains
middle school crush thing
sprung like t-pain
queen in your mind
let me be your LB james
the king of your court
bottled up emotions
so let me pop your cork
love got me feeling drug
Come make love to me when i'm off the drugs
You got me sprung you got a nigga hella in love
I fuck with you, i even let my
as Dino (Flintstone)
Shootin' dice with my ninety-five year old grandma at the casino (ball)
Countin' a half a ticket by hand, wit' my Mexican homeboy
way too young
Pops is dealin', and on top of that got moms sprung
Scheamin' off the top, pops never figured
That he'd go down by the hands
and turn that shit in two bags
I don't want no love lil shawty but I want them blue racks
Posted at the crib I'm by myself I'm rolling blue grass
On the rise
(Welcome to Sky Pager)
Beepers
Beepers
Beepers
Beepers
(Welcome to Sky Pager)
Beepers
(Press the pound key after each entry)
I'm
So there's no pleasure, just pain
I put her up on that T thing
I will not buy you a drink
Now she S-P-R-U-N
Nigga this a G thing
(She's sprung)
Pop
(yeah)
Must by my clone 'cause you ain't my son
And your bitch know I shine like one
Not number three, number two, I'm one
Never took a L, 'cause I won
in the hood
And your sprung, on the two for one
Fake Louie at the swap meet, son
Now you know brown Louie is played
But you're drunk and you just
feel me?
I'm a young black brother
So these motherfucker fear me
June 2nd '93 I returned to the streets
Did 2 months in the county and
I opt to the beat
to want me to pay attention
Aye
But now you get it on your own wit it
Aye
I tried to stop but I couldn't shake it
Aye
The way I'm feeling it's
Pops is dealin'
And on top of that got moms sprung
Scheming of the top
Pops never figured
That he'd go down by the hands of another nigga
Now my
sweater
To fuck it up in the rain would really be a pain
So is it worth it
Soaked clothes and hurting
Waves toss and tumble
These niggas Ready 2 Rumble
But
the weight that falsely portrays my grin
Just another case of alienation
So I play Best Friends by you and Kristoff Krane and then
Feeling somewhat sane
Before
ungrateful
My first toy was a gun I got
Sprung and learned to love weapons
But now I'm through with money
And through with street fame
Somebody peeled my cap
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