Lyrics:
(prop it up)
(ok)
To the driver of the truck
Who sent the crowd 6 feet down
In an x-mass town
Without a homemade bomb's sound
For some higher
I'm sitting here thinking of you
Surrounded by happy faces
My eyes are off to the corner
Ignoring all of these gazes
I'm sitting here listening for
drastically.
I see some bald head ass niggas and they slippin' in my spot
And, uh, diggin in the pots.
Check in the park, Pac.
We caught em sleepin'.
We
Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead
Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me
for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed
the grave
Jesus knows your soul can not be saved
Sacrifice the lives of all I know they soon shall die
Their souls are damned to rot in Hell and keep
still let her suck this ten foot dick
Joe C. I'm a crazy hit
Down with Kid Rock in this South Park flick
I don't know much but Iknow this shit
Kyle's mama
spent
The paranormal truth
On myself i can depend
The freedom found
In discipline
Can only go so far
With my seaweed and my avocado
Sitting in the park
though the window of the past
Remembering the shadow that we cast
Small cafés we'd go to eat
And in the park we'd sometimes meet
But we don't get around
Sitting outside on the park bench
Listening to birds singing through the trees
We're so far from town, the sun's shining down
I've got the golden
I was sittin' on a park bench, waitin' for you Thinkin' about what we had and what we still could be I don't wanna live my life in the shadow
Woah yea
I cannot play nah
Woah yea
I cannot stay nah
Going in and out these cities trying to live my life
Flowing in and out these benji's how I
It is real, as real as it seem
Don't you live on illusion
And don't you ever try to live a dream
I sing
Buju say how could you rise up every
They aint ever had a king to prove they royal
Royal
Give up to give in
We lived in the same system
Decisions aint living the same
Within us we live up
that old soul sitting in the low low
Keep it player on la brea, I’m a menace out in Venice/
In echo park I eat the grilled corn, shout out to the 818
Pardon me officer
I'm parked
In this park
Cause once I start
To drive
Leave my life
In the dark
Dark dark
Is all I seem
To see
Mind clouded
By
feels like, but this what it is
We're not those we grew up in in the places we live
Ain't got nothing for us, no trouble, yet we take what we get
Trying
Intro: Jermaine Dupri
B Side, B side, ha, check it
So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration
The Notorious BIG in the house
We got Da Brat in
me by, an ounce of weed to keep me high
Alochol still numbs the pain, some things in life just never change
I don't know but I've been told, you live
da 5’9 wasn’t included in that sentence,
And its always a good day when I’m blasting tunes,
By the mother fuckin country boys, the nappy roots,
Cowboy
weed, park
See now we smart
We ain't retards the way teachers thought
Hold up, hold fast, we make more cash
Now tell my mama I belong in that slow
and the full clips I'm sitting in a a booth full of pity damn I should have made a milli by now
The name is forgotten
But the music is sung. I will live my last
It's 8pm and we see sunshine
No more darkness left in our lives
And we've been drinking by the coast side
And we've been sitting 'cross the skyline
And I don't want to cast no stone
But I feel like I'm sitting on a throne
That's about to self-implode
In a house made of glass that is already
now I live In sadness
With a bunch of people hitting up and also askin'
What the hell had happen
Like the hell I know
But if I did I wouldn’t tell you
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