Lyrics:
our house? Well how can I explain
When my little boy and girl ask me 'Daddy, what's a train?'
Words and Music by Bruce â??U. Utahâ?? Phillips
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
wearing-comparing
My gifts to my homeboy next door to me
A gift here, none there, but who cares
My little sister needs a comb just to braid her nappy hair
But here we
sleeps in bed.
That fat boy fills his belly,
My poor boys's a dead,
While we say.
[Chorus]
Little by little by little,
And stone by
unannounced/with this urban warfare they wearing a badge of honor/them corner boys might decide to ambush your momma/they kidnapped my homie it had me super
unannounced/with this urban warfare they wearing a badge of honor/them corner boys might decide to ambush your momma/they kidnapped my homie it had me super
shit boy this silk here from Britain
I'm smelling like Bentley one whiff now she drenching
Showed me no love not a share not a mention
Then hold ya hand
might decide to ambush your momma/they kidnapped my homie it had me super perplexed/but two years later he pulled beside me in a Lex/and young little
Yeah, get my voice, get the clarity
Sunzini the flame
Let me drop a little something hot, what?
Yeah (we here)
(Yo, turn my vocals up, son)
both took a toke
The cow got high and the boy got by
Just don't come in my face and ask me why
Cheeba Cheeba ya'll
Yeah it's that cheeba cheeba
The night the kid left Amsterdam
The night the kid left Amsterdam
There was Mad Jack raving
And little tiny long-haired Hugh
All the hustling boys
Are
plans witnessed a man die
Was only fifteen, should've been a beauty queen, still
See her crying by the caskets when her parents got killed
Little girl,
I had a locket, a little silver charm,
Given to me so to keep me out of harm.
Canvasing the quayside trying to earn my keep,
A killick tore it off
Well, when you're sitting there
In your silk upholstered chair
Talking to some rich folk that you know
Well, I hope you won't see me
In my
of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town
There's people there who care a little 'bout me
And they won't let the poor boy down
Sure as you're born, they
and faces and words
The things of my past now a little bit blurred
Ya' see sometimes my mind gets hung up in the fluff
Yeah it's mostly superfluous useless
I think this world needs a little bit of fire
I'ma heat it up like surface of my tire
I'm so fly and I'm flying even higher
Bro, trust me, I've never
shit
(I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)
When I was young living life on the run,
Eleven years old real life no goals,
Sneaking little sips in
Yeah
You left me on the floor said thats it you said no more
You ran right out the door took my heart and took my forces
Just a little kid a lost boy
to the side, still refusing to relinquish my plantation house
I'm Booker T. Washington in a red, pinstriped double-breasted suit with red silk socks and a pair
D to-the U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for
drawers silk, I told that bitch "Versace"
Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain't never been in the jungle
Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga,
on the Squid Jiggin' Ground.
There's poor Uncle Louie, his whiskers are spattered
With spots of the squid juice that's flyin' around;
One poor little boy
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