Lyrics:
hood
I'm just trying to look like God
Had my face in the mud, crawled under the wire
Baptized by the blood, after tried by fire
See the scars on my
at myself I can’t understand
I live day by day but it’s all the same
Everything’s blurry, it’s drivin’ me insane
I’m in everlasin’ trouble, I got everlastin’
of animals
So come on baby, get in
Get in, just get in
Look at the trouble we're in
We were parked out by the tracks
We're sitting in the back
And we
from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're
with the hope again
So I take my thoughts and I wrote em in like
Is this a lullaby or an alibi
I don't know it all qualify as I look into your bawling
them
Never look them in the eye
You'll be caught like a fly in the spider's web
You'll be taken by surprise
Leave them alone
They will trouble us
Don't
another
She brought some friends up here wit her I think I'm in trouble
So I just roll me another, pour me another
So many bitches at the crib it look like
at me look at you
styles that are deliberately insane
like crazy, feast of rap days to us
summer street full blood cannabis
stop boy there always stop
"You in a heap o' trouble son
Now just look what you've done!
Saw you on TV with yo' gun
Mercy sakes, I can't do a thing with you hon."
And I can just
I feel like Scotty you bout to get beamed
I feel like Pippen I'm sinking these threes
Feel like the whole world should
Look up and see
Feel like
We didn't come here to look for trouble,
We just came here to do
The Super Bowl Shuffle.
Willie Gault
This is Speedy Willie, and I'm world
I, I, I love little girls
They make me feel so good
I love, little girls
They make me feel so bad
When they're around
They make me feel
Like
to live since I was kid
Playing in the yard with a 30-06
House look like a gun range
Room look like a gun store
Either you're gonna know my name
Or niggas
of trouble
All aboard, all aboard the Celestial Shuttle
For all those with the money, just tender up the fare
Just tender up the fare
It looked like we
Another day another shot
Will to live I ain't got
Tired of evenness I am
I want to roam free, baby
I saw the girl as pod
She was sent by the punk god
the streets, get shot by police, I'm tellin' a dead man's story (ooh)
So much trouble out there, the way that they playin' not fair (fair, yeah)
We're doin'
French, but I left my Future on her blouse, yeah
Connected like computers to a Mouse
I can show you how to move, just Take a trip to the south
Intrigued by
dancing with the devil
Death is one hell of a price
I then came up from the struggle
Made my way through trouble
Sacrificed to old me
You don't like it?
as you stand, stand by me
So Pumba, Pumba, stand by me, oh oh oh stand by me
Ooh stand, stand by me, stand by me
If the sky that we look upon
Should
battle all my demons, my own colosseum
Spirits, I can see 'em, looks like I'm leaving
Road to purgatory and I'm still free wheeling, but
All I wrote is
on loan, Sadat rollin by your school
You brought your frontin friend Gwen, beggin for the Benjamin
I'll see you a ten, with a haircut, like Scottie
baby
There's no one like this
I've been trying to tell ya
I don't fit into any one of your labels
A trouble-maker, baby
I'm the one that you couldn't
know where to look without them
Outside, the cars speed by
I never heard them until now
I know you care
I know it has always been there
But there
i'm no trouble
Money by the duffle
She say she see me surrounded in light
Ey mama das cause my diamonds so bright
Get to close nigga you gon go
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