Lyrics:
my sweet thang is out tomocattin' around
He finds a sandbox like this to play
I want to tell all you barroom roses
If my sweet thang does happen by
that took a little while
But I live a life man it's all political
Spend it on my car should of out in on a house
They put me on a banned back
nigga get it straight
I don't need you in my life if you're not gonna match the rate
Pull up to my house i tell the shorty I flew outta state
She be
in my house and write all my songs
I can't wait until I'm on my own
I hope it's not too long until you're all gone
So what if I feel like
so?
Hatched seeds of light supported by light seaward breezes,
And we see these orbs in a car chase of sorts,
Absorbs sweet Lorraine and her dolly
hard times, even worked part time
In a Key Food store sweeping floors sometimes
I was sort of a porter taking the next man's orders
Breaking my back
hard times, even worked part time
In a Key Food store sweeping floors sometimes
I was sort of a porter taking the next man's orders
Breaking my back
cliché, call me mero mero, I'm a bad hombre
My posse growing larger my men are getting meaner
The homie Chuco shot a prostitute in Pasadena
She gave him
mero mero, I’m a bad hombre
My posse growing larger my men are getting meaner
The homie Chuco shot a prostitute in Pasadena
She gave him gonorrhea, so he
no mistakes
[Verse 1]
Little do they know when I was brought up into this game
Point ain't always in a vibe for spitting I made a change
Like
Ain't resting and I brought a pole in the session
President Dyllie
I'm feeling like diddy
A fool what I pity
The pride my achilles
I bought a new house
Keep my name up out your mouth
That's not what I'm about
We didn't play when we were in it,
no games now we're out
I thought there was respect, no
at little mama just shake that
Her back, I break that
The pussy good, yeah I ate that
Little Debbie, where you put my cake at
I got a pencil, let's erase that
testes
That .40 by my side incase these cops test me
That .40 by my side, cause they will not catch me
I'm going for five stars, no jail in my future
can't see me like I rap against blind men
Just put me to the mountain when we get there I'm climbing
If they get up in my face I'm a hit them with
I had a friend one time
At least I thought I did
Taken that man in my house
Give him my food over my table
That I couldn't afford
He come
You wasn't with me at my roots though
I've been on a quest for love for women with a Roots 'fro
And potential like a JUCO
After you catch me in
about houses
We grew up in, lemme
Tell you about mine: it was an
Honest little one story place
But when my mother died it
Became abandoned for a while,
mother used to sing to her
And the road down to the city goes right by Maria's door
I often walk right by her house on my way to the store
Up there
was a child in a manger)
Guided by the light like I'm Rudolph
That ain't my saviour
Thats my neighbor with a suit on
Adding the flavor like a bouillon
Want to get lost in the mellow mellow of my mind
Chop a tree, pay the cost
I rather have a glass of you that's fine
Come on over baby 'round seven
a little bit of Italy
While you was in the little league
The court was snatching little me
My house was like the middle east
So I started to scribble
Now I
Scouting your hood for murders
Roamin' through your house and murder
When you wake up in the morning
Your life will be over
I told ya, Dogg Pound ain't
sometimes it's
More than I can comprehend."
Her father drives down the Boulevard
He shows her picture to the corner crowd
"Has anyone seen my little girl,
We
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