Lyrics:
peace in your life
Tell me what did you end his for
Double P the team and we glowing indigo
Took the local scene by more than any storm
Like Push said,
P.O.T.E Baby what you know
Two flops just in case my data running low
Two thots two knots one is just for show
Pote nigga skid-away booming when I'm
Dear God, bring our p-o-ws' home
And our brothers on lockdown, home
Amen!
Jeah! back blocked on everybody laptop
Hittin' niggas from da shower,
baby, oakland town
Can't understand why I'm so down I'm not a white wall, I'm a vogue like seen
On white wheel I roll got a fresh new beat, made ya get
know, I was raised by a real p
Why you so fake when I was given you the real me
Why you always playin' with the kid what the deal b
If you don’t keep it
loved and caressed by some of the best
Made me think I was in love
I been used and abused, beaten and bruised
And I feel like I've had enough
You don't
Yeah
Allegedly, they figured out that I'm the secret recipe
The baddest hoes gon' test the E, then blame the high for wantin' sex
I never wanted
to the culture
I was cut from a special cloth
I wanted to rock crowds-
I had no fuckin' second thoughts
I wanted to inspire
N' I wanted the women
I wanted
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just livin' in tha city is a serious task
Didn't know what cops wanted, din't have time to ask
. Dorchester smoke trees
Providence Springfield niggas toke heat
Fedaralli most wanted, P.P.V. most tonted
Try to put my head in a gotlent
I'm off pro V,
Slow down
Didn't know what I know now
Thought you knew it all, wow
All I see is your cloud
And they wanted to be real now
And they wanted to get
the microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like a doggy all on my bone
I met another girl, her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with
Can't understand why I'm so down?
I'm not a whitewall, I'm a vogue
Like a Zenith wire wheel I roll
Got a fresh new beat, made to get freak
It was
confuse you
The fact is Meth, I'm harder than bottles made by Yoo-Hoo
Wu-Tang, welcome to the House of Flying Daggers
Where the truth aim, flying out
like a doggy all on my bone
I met another girl, her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up
Coolin in my crib, cold video dubbin
FBI wanted? Huh, don't mean nuttin
They call that shit a crime? Yo that shit's a joke
Hit record on my dope
Oooh ooooooh, gots to do my thang oh ooooh
It's been a long time coming
But I finally made it
Took the top off of the drop
Then I finally sprayed it
out a nine
R.I.P. my niggas, love them boys like they still alive (R.I.P. my niggas)
Marmar did five, came home, brodie went right back
Shit made me
ain’t gon miss em
They be saying shit that they don’t mean ion feel em
Imma get it all by any means god willing
All I wanted was to ball with my dogs
I
The bitch wanted to freak, shit, wasn't no doubt about it
Told the bitch I'm cool, she got dismissed and got out it
She pouted it, I thought about it, I made
Can't understand why I'm so down?
I'm not a whitewall, I'm a vogue
Like a Zenith wire wheel I roll
Got a fresh new beat, made to get freak
It was
was born I had a p-p-p-problem
Went to the doctors and the specialists, nobody could solve it
But this music shit requires different chambers
Don't care bout your feelings
Ask and receive
And you got what you wanted
Made a mistake
Like I man better own it
Quey switched up
Man what happen
P-boy made the beat
Ah, yo, Young Sauce
Maria, I just came to say hi
Since you wanted me to leave, I'm gonna say bye
Do remember me
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