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Gushy Wushy

Da Brat

Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz

2003

You can find me in a cloud of smoke,
Usually I'm posted up in da corner with mah folks
Surrounded by thugs and models 
Everybody getting fucked up

presidential schedule 
Y'all suckas still playin by the old rules
Circle tighter than presidential schedule 
Y'all suckas still playin by the old rules

I'mma

and love

I seat back and relax you know, I stay cool in my zone you know
Every second precious on my Rolex, I play the game by the rules you know
I write

By the time I turned 5
I was meant to decide
What I'd do with my life
What I'd do in the meantime
And the day I turned 8
It was far too late

with your folks

And I know (I know)
You always played by the rules
But kings'll be crowned by the fools
You're getting too old to wear clothes you

me
So I'm used to old white folks looking at me funny
Like I'm so ugly clench their purse because they don't trust me
Often crack a smile to take away

Where I come from folks
Take pride in doing hard work
Our blood sweat and tears
Fill up all that old dirt
From sun up to sun down
You can hear

PG nigga, aint no competing it
Peewee niggas turn ether sculptures by the evening
And even in my worst days more even than
And devious than Prometheus

The Gingham Dog and the Calico Cat
Side by side on the table sat
T was half-past twelve and what do you think
Nor one nor the other had slept a wink

A combat vet came home from the war in Vietnam
Had a big old bone to pick with his buddy, Uncle Sam
Grew his crew cut down his back and started

Providence  Montana 
Just a dusty cattle town
It lays there in the heat
Just a place to keep you down

Hattie Porter was a plain girl
By

music all the day
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor
All merry all happy and bright
By'n by hard times comes a knocking at the door
Then my

Hey there old friend, I heard you met somebody new
You moved to San Diego 'cause you loved an ocean view
My folks ask how you're doin', they think I

Thinking back to my formative years
Headphones on my ears ignoring my peers
Music was all I needed then
Nostalgia for the old days I'll never see

I went down to the chapel last easter morning,
Hadn’t been for a while, it seemed like a good time
I was counting on hearing a beautiful sermon 
By

somebody's life, right?
This isn't life, this is hell on some ice
It's a cold world, nigga, can't you tell by the price that we pay?
By our rights that are

old man proud
30 years I burned my soul right out
Oh Lord, if you can hear me now
I'll take a break
That doesn't end in down
It's hand to mouth for

I'm worth millions
And your white folks mad cause
I'm sellin' to your childrens
By the ounce and by the key
They don't wanna be like Mike
They wanna be

thirty
No flying doctor then, just a gentle old black 'gin
But it's nearly over now, now I'm easy

The city folk these days despise the Cockie
They say

For answers in the same old songs
Everybody slow down
Your savior's in town
And he's bought himself a brand new suit
They dressed him up nice in them

tryna bring my folks with me
I'm lighting up
Like I got a pack of smokes with me
Never see me comin probably never will
By the time you notice I ain't

The World Is Yours

Nas

The Best of Nas

2002

we sell it, smoke pays
While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their sins in trays
Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinking

The World Is Yours

Nas

The Promised Land [Columbia]

1995

we sell it, smoke pays
While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their sins in trays
Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinking

Santa's sure to come this very night.

There are jingle bells and Christmas carols singin'
By the children who are walking in the street
Folks are smilin'