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Out of town licks, and we been in love no need for PDA or any pics.
She had my back through the mud and the sticks.
When I slept on the floor she was by

winter my season
Aye aye cold hearted she didn't need me
Aye aye no choice brother had to leave me
Aye aye look up grandma can you see it
Aye aye how I

how I walk it
Walk down leave a footprint they get stepped on
Bring me in no confession
Blew right by and I left em
Legend Will Smith no Wesson
Wake up

on face by a case the day

Get a new pair of shoes, you lookin' all fresh with a white pair of blues
I don't give a fuck about your color red or blue
I

(Yeah)
(I like this one right here)
(It's got that 26-street feel)
(yeah)
(Saved by his grace I don came up)
(Bought by the blood debt paid up)
(I

Everybody's swinging on by
Everybody's growing up faster than me
I guess I'm the one that's getting left behind (yeah)
Everybody's growing up faster than me

a Muslim nowadays 
Inside my lab, I'm going mad 
Took two drags off the blunts, and started breaking down the flag 
The blue is for the Crips, the red is

Can We All Ball

C-BO

'Til My Casket Drops

1998

people's on the mobile, gang all over, nationwide 
distribution 
Now I'm posted up in Houston 
Texas, ridin the Lexus but it's supremo 
Niggas set trip,

the Bronx
Senior year no idea for a career
Uninspired by my peers but I am wiser than my years
At the time my style of rhyme was on the decline
The West Coast

Gzz just might pop
So don't stop, but I look at these niggas say why not
Cause I'm greedy for blue money fuck rap cause these rap niggas be too funny

can't do it
Live live, get money, have fun

Girls just wanna have fun (fun)
Bringin' them checks, them funds (funds)
All blue hunnids, no ones (ones

like white on rice
Green stack wit a thick blue stripe
I need that in my zone
Blunt smoke cologne yeah
Pull up like a chef got the recipe
Best dressed no

One, Two, Threes
Four, Six, Eight
Double ham sandwich
Do another date
Paradise Cali
Cedar Creek Texas
Bob Backlund
Darren Young Nexus
Cotton Rosser rodeo

cun-ni-lin-gus
I aim for mastery your pleasure's secondary
I never care about the coochie being hairy
I don't mean Don King in a leg lock
Stop, trim that jungle,

And for my ooze know my gold was fools
End up leaving school
And for my blues you should know the rules
End up calling feuds
Sketchers I light up my keef

Everybody's staying up
No need for the lames and fucks
Riding with my brothers you won't ever see no change in us
Nah 
We ain't changing with movement 
I told

em Ugh
I just count my money and my blessing and my blessing yeah
Passing God testes I be cramming I be stressing, Taking
Taking all these beans for

didn't write a damn hook, no ad-libs, or effects
I just say what I say and I pray that it sticks
Hands out like a crack fiend, itching for a fix
Dropped

But I'd rather be playing with you

Now it's three in the morning and there's no one adorning
My bedroom because I sent her home
I'm adding up faces

ain't no limit cuz we livin large
bought a rolex, a yacht with a gold card
you done lately, your girl wanna date me, in my grill
for, UGHHH! an I

shit for granted
There was Men
Who died for this
You think that you can manage
How bout you come
Try this shit
I had to give up my control
And let His

CiiJ1
Yo
I got a dope boy swagger I got flavor for real 
And I could be up in the trap counting money for real 
And I could be moving that work

need no one else
(Else, else, else)
When I get those texts from you
I know you broke up
Probably filling your cup now
Only when you're feeling blue
Do

faster than, like
And you heard what I said
When I up for you niggas heads, like
No cap, lil shh tried to run and caught a shot to his back like
I could