Lyrics:
Scattergories
Carotid; bloody gory
Candid; failed stories
Death; Mori
Sun sign
Moon sign
More proof than moonshine
D3 sunshine
(Ahh!)
Birth chart
Surfactant; 1st
dreams
We ouch here
I was living life with no fear
No guidance no help here
Roll model was the drug dealers
Remember conn would come by
Little Cesar's with
grizzly like Van Couv
Bout to make these grams move, L.A to ST.LOU
Say you got them toys, that santa story just ain't true
Say you get this money, I'm no
Feels better if I tell em my story
Yo, on November 24th, 1999
I was in L.A., and I was in the kitchen cookin
And I got this page right
And uh, I
my homeboys who are down for me
From the evil side representing one-three
And the ways in my neighborhood ain't nothin nice
You gotta be down or else
a song
I'm the voice to his story, the pen for his words
Said prison feels like home now and freedom's the worst
All he knows are the streets so he sleeps
Gather round children, and I'll tell you a story
Of the kid killing Grunch that gets pretty gory
Holloo Jolloo
Non denomoo
La la loo loo
Poopy doo
that's show
But if you move about it, it's a go, well
Dynamic electromagnetic style utensils
Golden-tempered circles enjoyed only by the members
Heat
The story di unfold oi
So me I give all the praise to Jah
[Chorus]
Give dem one time again tell dem one time again tell dem
One time again me seh one time
ever knew
From Miloli'i, Ka La'e and the beach at Punalu'u
She never met a fish she couldn't toss into a stew
Every day after school with her grandpa by
believe please
We the best trio aqua team three piece
Hunger forcing starving for our dreams
Walking to the smoke spot hazy
Overthinking overrated
back
Matter of fact, the last three fuckin' rounds were wack
Excepting "bingo!" everybody be gettin' down on that (haha)
I'm best new rapper, man, I'm
ain't nothing that you can do with me
And I had to go and blow another 3K no relation to Andre
So now they're hands out like the logo of All State
I'm
When it comes to love, and being in love, it can be quite simple, to me
You're surrounded by plants, you know
And you're giving them all the same
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
Ra Ra Ra Ra
Ridin' round here
Crusin' in the beamer bumping cyphers in my ear
No Stress
Withdrawls
When I'm playing it by ear
Lost calls
No tracks
Caught em at the light, now he tryna play Better keep that strap, for you end up like
LA 13 know where I stay, trap out by the bay Bitch I'm like a lion,
a tune, so alone he composes
A bittersweet ditty in the 3rd person
So why star in your fictional stories?
Why try to deny your criminals and thieves?
seen by my side?
If I had to work just a little hard
If I wasn't so quick to provide
Would you be down for the count?
Or would you be up for
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
the one that's spinning
All the stories I have told, all the silver and the gold
Delta sign, I've been changing, but I won't get a medal for it
Cause I do
make em turn the news on
Its one, 2 3 in the seat,
Like Mike let 6 of em ring in the street
Don't let that 4 5 come by seeking the heat and make magic
story
Nigga lowkey idolizing and they want some the glory
3/3 this past week got me feeling like I'm horry
I done made ya life savings in the house like
gotta reload
I'm about to Implode
LA for the weekend
I be changing zip codes
I'm off my meds
I'm bout to wild out
Yeah Nigga i'm bout to wild out
That's
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