Lyrics:
down
Where all life begins, go down
That's where my love is
Colonel Sanders says it best
"Finger lickin' good"
Let's put what you've learned
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
don't waste it
This life is what you make it
This life is short, don't waste it
This life is what you make it
Don't call it jiggy
Call it danceable
[master p]
Yo, what's up nigga, this the colonel, mp.
But uh, fiend nigga, it's your muthafuckin time to shine.
You gon mix this shit up with bun be
me if you know someone that needs)
Because the conditions in this capitalist society is what made him
And it's what made the children of today
After
a new life then what we need is better fathers
Either I'm smarter cause of my daughter or I'm just too dense
I'm 28 years old, it just now started makin
beat me? Winning
Is my middle name!
Which does not make it a proper noun
Have you heard the word upon the street?
That nerds prefer our words
what I think son?
I think you need a good lawyer
Let me tell you officer, I have a lawyer
My lawyer is so good, so so good
And by the time he's
what I think son?
I think you need a good lawyer
Let me tell you officer, I have a lawyer
My lawyer is so good, so so good
And by the time he's
prom— I promise!
This is a token of my affection
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
I'm here to make right what is destined
I love
they're real for sure
Making up real life is not how we're doing it
Move with it you tell me what you think you're gonna do with it
This kind of verse is
the
Life and poetry of an American who lived it
And lived to tell about it and
He sure is telling it's
An American dream story and you
May know some of it
feel like you kind of have to sit down
And play it quite loudly
And just
Kay
Bask in it
Just keep you there just in case
Way, this is our way
What are
it work
That shit was a sign now you going berserk
My boys gone ride, till they in a hearse
They ain't gonna lie they lie you in the dirt
Fry make em
"Where it's at Pap? Let me see it"
Pulled out the Glock and showed him the beam
He like, "God damn, Pap'
It's like that?"
What the fuck you think this is
eye contact and I can't hold back
I try to shake it but the feeling comes right back
What have I gotten into, I feel possesed by you
I have these
you do
When you call my bluff
Baby, oh baby
What you doing
How’s your day been
Is it cool if
I just ate it
Then dived straight in?
Cause I’m tryna make
to heal while you've been by yourself with your soul barred.
Hope It's true it's been too long
My pain is too great and I have nowhere to belong.
My
this?
This shit is aight for your first shit
But you don't know if it's your worst shit
You don't think finding out would be worth it?
It might be, it
run you around
Since I was young I grew
Up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta
In the street life
Ain't no tellin' what my life might be
love beef
You love streets, you love runnin', duckin' police
You love your hood, might even love it to death
But what love got to do with it when you
on what's really important
My mind is really distorted
I find nothing but trouble in my life
I'm fortunate you believe in a dream
This orphanage we call
Stay
Silent love is calling faith
To shatter me through your hallways
Into echoes you can feel
And rehearse the way you heal
Make them dance,
to offer
But if you offer a new life then what we need is better fathers
Either I'm smarter cause of my daughter or I'm just too dense
I'm 28 years old,
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