Lyrics:
And the ruthless strife for a grip on life that only the sourdough knows!
North by the compass, North I pressed; river and peak and plain
Passed like a dream I
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
find a piece of my soul
Rivers and roads rivers and roads home
Lost love like a river keeps on rolling by
New towns on the roadmap under the vast open
Cadillac, horns on the hood
My buddy Frankie had his dad hook him up good
Girls smile when we roll by
They hop in the back and we cruise to the river side
it goes
Cause I just wanna take a little time to show you where I'm from (Where I'm from)
A little beach town, in the hood on the WEST, called Oxnard
All the girls and boys play around the black river
No one expected a thing
Till late one night that river jumped out
Took the sherifs' only son
I walked on London Bridge last night
I saw you by the lamppost light
Then bells rang out in sleepy London town
And London Bridge came tumbling
of mourning my cat's untimely death
Don't care if you don't like his voices, his words and sounds
Brother, he was you before you were even around
But he aint
on the vine
Had me a shop in the Rockford town, Nineteen Hundred and Two
Built me a barn with the carbide lights, a cottage with a river view
A cottage with
Mama said, "Don't go near that river
Don't be hanging around Old Catfish John
Come in the morning, I'd always be there
Walking in his footsteps in
Mama said, Don't go near that river,
Don't be hanging around old Catfish John
Come in the morning I'd always be there,
Walking in his footsteps in
nigga
Ask around in my hood, nigga
Read the Daily News, nigga
You see them talking about me, nigga
I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit
Pussy,
through yo hood before I hit your street you hear my bang
Wet paint drippin' like jerry curls on soul glow
Open up my trunk and neon lights is all I show
Im
scattered all around town
thats what ammo i aint really dissin you
and i aint got no demo for you to listen to
im on the verge and on her like lip stick
You know that the world is yours
Lost a couple good friends 'long the way
Coming from the slums, we make mistakes
Yeah, yeah
I'm by the river
coyote town
And the interstate rumbles like a river that runs
To a rhythm that don't ever slow down
As cars and trucks and time pass by that old
the bricks where we ain't have shit
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town
Back when G-Dog
The caravan rolled into town this evening
Rolling through the trash and the mud
And there was one midget girl, with a head of black curls
And eyes
Babies in the streets
Babies running wild
Haunted by the ghost around
Cause everybody’s got somebody underground
We lock our doors up in the hood
But
let's go
Word on the town, that you niggas snitching
Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches
Word on the town, that you ain't selling dope
Word
on tight on the jet on the runway
Leave Monday don't come home to Sunday
We dip Tuesday be back in town by Wednesday
Break a girl off that chain like
They say, "Stay safe" but they still hit us
Fill the rivers
It's like the ghost of Emmett Till with us
We got black cards
Now they gotta deal with us
run the town
I could fuck around. You could fuck around
I could fuck around. You could fuck around
Awww man
Another hit from the Cypher Clique
Mixed by
the winter sky
Headed over town
There doesn't seem to be a soul around there's just a river of tears
River of sadness
Make your way
To my dried out eyes
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