Lyrics:
last, yeah
You've been killin' it since last year
Since last summer, had these bitches gettin' mad, yeah (Hey)
Ain't that somethin'?
I don't usually
filled with pain, when you came all the hurt left
Now when you talk to me I don't wanna hear you
And when you're close by, I'm not going near you
When Pac
got this MAC on and you better stay in that corner
'Cause shit can turn into that song except I don't give a fuck what day it is
I'll have this club
that, so since i got stripes
i got the right to rap about that, but Niggaz like you
i gotta hate ya, i'm tired of Suburbian Niggaz talkin about
they comin
to the break of day
And if you wanna see me at a show, you gotta pay
'Cause if you don't you will have, a little delay
Zip-de-doo-dah, zip-de-day
I'm the S-K
a game, I'm just glad I never forfeit
They said come home where you been?
They don't wanna see me when I'm finished
I promise them niggas not friends
They
I
Send outside to check my motor
You don't respect a loader then
You neglect a odor
I see em, collesium Mama have to ID em
If the boy is muslim
I lay
a digit
Got a midget in the stash kinda hard for it to fit in
So how can I broke
When I go by name of Rich
And I shouldn't have to call bitch
Cus you know
dollars, you
Don’t have no green, no pesos
No piece of my land could ever be
Dedicated for your hands to till
And you couldn’t feel me if you was also ill
I
And Tutankhamun was African
You wear black diamond, know too many stars turn to comets
We run from the comics until we subjects to the comics
I'm a hero, don't
(Bill Anderson)
« © '57 Moss Rose Publications »
I don't love you anymore like the way I did before
And since you've found someone new I think it's
moves only done by me, not for some hoe
You ain't the OG boss, no original sauce
Now that I made a new wave, everyone wanna learn how to surf now
I
as repercussion
And I don't wanna hear about when, where, and who did what to him
Fuck is you callin' me with info like that, what drug is you usin'?
Get
the secrets we kept
And I don't ever break my promises keep that to the deaf
You know the truth is only something that I have to accept
Lifestyle tropical
Loadin' at the gas station, walkin' home from after school
Hold my own nuts, so if I'm on you, then, can't shit stop me
I'm sorry to mislead you, I don't
running down your peopls
And I don't bluff, I stand tough and roll deep
Blessed by the homie Big E, rest in peace
I keep the phone calling out
I got
Bitch, you're just mad, you think you know me, you don't
You don't know the real-life situations I've been through and what really goes on in my
Brothers mattress that I didn’t buy
And Ron and Pete were eating Friskie Fries
Singing, “Nick, why did you have to die?
Nick, why did you have to die?”
Did
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
a passenger if you don't have the drive
Staying at a steady pace I'm swerving through the lanes
Got a studio in Chris's another one up in McGrane's
Started out
40 G's for your ring, you's a Queen sipping Moet
I'm upset, an I don't even want to have jip out
But baby didn't give it to me,
I was down
I don't remember the day or the precise moment
But when I finished high school and
I was still stretching my fingers as far as they could go
To play
of the glock
So cuckoo! The sounds I run are rollin' with the bodyguard
But don't forget the day it's sunny but it'll be foggy
And in the funeral, you'll be
West Coast legends don’t
Want to see him at best
I think that’s just an excuse
Because their music ain't tight
Tell ‘em that Ab-soul said it
They can
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