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over the head and drown, and he took
Out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars, roll the toilet paper out
The window, slide down the roll
the money
He acted real funny
He hocked up a rock and
It TOTALLED my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for THE VALLEY?
I don't wanna
Changin' over foodstamps, and hittin' a lick was next see
I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased
I got a fresh white t-shirt and my cap
Changin' over foodstamps, and hittin' a lick was next see
I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased
I got a fresh white t-shirt and my cap
the pistol aimin' straight at my head
I hit the breaks and then I swerved
And almost wrecked the car right into a curb
But then I said: no, Jack and then I
to Hoffa, Nas plague kills
Countin' bills to send to all my jail niggas who fell
From New York to LA, QB to CPT for GP
A hundred G cars, Garcia Vegas
the day was over you just had to say
You said man it's just one of those days
My day started off kind of cool
I brushed my teeth I combed my hair
the day was over you just had to say
You said man it's just one of those days
My day started off kind of cool
I brushed my teeth I combed my hair
Barely raised by my dysfunctional fam
Here I stand as a dysfunctional man
Quick-tempered, short-fused, and pissed at God
Demons pullin' at my soul
shoved it down into overdrive
Well I wound it up to hundred and ten
Twisted the speedometer cable hit top end
Had my foot glued right to the floor
I
the fuck I'm gonna solve 'em?
You know our ethnicity
Car note, rent, don't forget electricity (that's all due)
Internet, cable, and the phone all connected
bitch but I popped her in Paris, her head got some tooth
Ouf
I let her roll up my boof (Boof!)
Knock her right outta the park, I feel like I'm Ruth
I’m not ready for war
Try my family you might as well just head to the morgue
It’s a shame that we got to be here and explain to these boys
How to be
just how it goes
I'm still breathing
I'm here for a reason
Summer is over it is my season
I'm still believing
God saved me from the man trying to seize
God is behind you
You or music? Choose my passion
Stop ya crying, ya over dramatic
We getting blasted, we up in the stars
She sings my car when she's up
people are clowning that's it
Send me your thoughts, checking the mail, out in the yard
Stuck in my head leave it to rot
Star signs I see them
Watch over
gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like monie
And the press say that
My own people disowned me
And the best way back
Is to keep your head
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
M-E-T-H
Yeah, look
Light a booger up, wedgie in the butt, yep, we pulling up
My cup runneth over, theirs ain't full enough
They bad, but that ain't good
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
of the stars
Those constellations hanging up there
From the cables and the rigging
I wonder if she saw the same or managed to recall my name
Why would she
you wanna teeth mine
If you can't see that he's biting my flow
Then you must be blind
It's ok impersonators won't shine
I will lick off your head top
Ooh, I'm startin' over
Stackin' it, it was the top, now you alright? (I'm startin' over)
I'm quite alright, damn, my money's right
Yeah, ayy,
She take my money when I'm in need
Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed
Oh, she's a gold digger
Way over town, that digs on me
(She give me
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