Lyrics:
swing
Breakbeats and backspins, an old pad and a pen
These are broke mans poems, from begining to end
The P-are-O with the soul, so let the record play
is what I get
Cause I'm Too $hort, baby, I don't play that shit
I met another freak, her name was Rita
Baby thought that $hort just might eat her
I
unknown. Are we really alone?
What do we search for? What will we find? Together we are so alone
When I hold you in my arms tonight
Squeeze your blood out
Carolina her grandmother would bring
News that she had had a dream
Her dreams always meant what they needed them to mean
What made them real was
Cover your eyes as I describe a scene so violent
Seemed like a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle
Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed
to the brotherman
Hopes are lost to the malevolent gameplan
Annihilation of original citizens
of this great planet Earth - listen
P-Dog spits the dope words born
The Game told you what the play was
So it don't matter what you say, cuz
Say Blood, these niggas livin' what they die by
You out here playin' while these
watch up on my wrist
Cause the cops are comin’
I’m runnin’
I’m chasing this dream
While the state hates on me
I’m tryna get on
Pull up front with my team
something to give
That's love, black on black, that's how they made it
And if any busters flip, they get faded
L.A. is where I'm speakin of
Peace to all
rub my dick on expensive shit
It's like a dream come true, I'm living the dream bru rubbing my dick on expensive shit
I rub my dick on expensive shit, I
? What I'm saying bro
I'm saying tho, I've manage to obtain the unobtainable
The wisdom that I have gained is unrestrainable
Lyrics are how it's tamed
gone broke we gettin' it by any means (Swank G.)
Get it any means
Sleepin' on too many dreams
Gotta count the green
Now I'm sippin' lean
But I spark
batch of friends is taking you
And can you tell me what your aspirations are, your dreams
Forget the money brother, tell me what makes you, you
Can you
on blood
Might just milk a tub out my hand vein
Ivy league, I receive, Irie vibes
What a dream! What I mean? Ideaize
You see the storm brewin' way up in
scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be
scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be
double-O-P, Dogg my fucking homey
Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs
Sure 'nough, I keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
Now I'm back in
meds
Needed the food, told my G I'm hungry ledge, come we go Greggs?
Order the food two sausage rolls and a steak bake, sausage and beans what's next?
what's
Whack rapper attack the deafer like Don's recipe
Sean P this one for King Kong
Act like you know yo they don't even know this
What you tell him
He
it's you that got sent to the sky
We are all destined to die, but what am I leaving behind
I'm not with the faking, tell me what you think so I know that
got a call from Mama
Auntie passed, it's raining
Send my cousin my love I'm outside praying
Raw papers blazing
Humbly patient this what I live by
anyways, F it, what's been up? Man, how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
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