Lyrics:
lonely today
A haunting voice in a doorway
Being sheltered by the rain
If you hear that sound
You're bound to have found her again
[Verse 1]
I had a vision of a murder
X-Raided sitting in a house with a 9 in my hand and a joint in my mouth
Straight fucking with that sisqo, it
a cold heart jeans, surrounded by the crack heads and dope fiends
The type of no hope seems, life stays in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve, then carried
Listen
Currently my life is based on simply fucking getting by
Promised me that one day I will build a fucking enterprise
Might of failed like 6
Snoop Dogg]
They call the D-O-dub
Why you really trippin' cuz
21, 20 crips and all of us is crippin' cuz
We from a different street, all got that
Snoop talking:
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something
turn and think that you are by my side
So I leave my bed and I try to dress
Wondering why my mind plays tricks
And fools me into thinking you are
the streets and I
Dance in the alleyway
I'ma run up on yo' block
'cause you hella gay
Yo was the, was the gay thing not cool?
(yeah, that's, that's
Chill
To make hits spending long nights in his basement
Yea while y'all were all scared to hit stages
I was busting rhymes at the eighth celebration
Like that
get defeated in a flash
You really gonna be the boss, can't keep secrets from the staff
I learned that in the streets, nigga sweeping trash
Keeping
like Chester
You was the richest in the world now your second
You wanna die the richest and I see it by your efforts
So good at playing Chess ain’t
as fuck and they act like lames
I was up in the trap when the house got raided
Niggas was faking, pointing every location
And that's why I'm up by myself
And talk to my dog while I'm high in the kitchen
You bitches can miss me
I dog and I trick you
Leave quick in a jiffy, got powers like 50
I'm good with that
that dough
She gave it all to me cause I f**k so good
I practice on the girls in my neighborhood
Cause when I?m freaky I rap, I spit a rap to a freak
call me Drayko David Blaine, cause I got all type tricks
Put me in an awkward situation, I'm like, "Aw type shit"
You need to hear the shit that I'm
a cold heart jeans, surrounded by the crack heads and dope fiends
The type of no hope seems, life stays in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve, then carried
the street mass of ghetto kids dressed in all Black
The ambience imbued with sad songs the decease printed on shirt
And on the banners in our hand another
pretty white house in the sky
I know you wishin that you wrote this song
But these same words comin from you, would be a joke
You better off takin heed
the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.
The words are a gift we will never flaunt.
That's why we're gonna get everything we want.
Just like a shadow in
the Snowgoons crew
Flashing competition at they throats
Pouring bets in they wounds too
Let's go now we run the streets eternally
From the Carolina slums
I'd rather do more walking on these beats than talking in these streets
That's more for the impeached
I transform to a beast in his prime time
I'm
misunderstood?
(Pardon me again, dog)
‘cause that’s my childhood
(We grew up playing, running bases)
Ten years later, I was on the streets
Running with baseheads
into songs
And you know my careers gonna be long
You were saved by the bell cause I am too strong
Walking down to the stop for my bus on the street
steady mobbing to beats
Every step i got to take is like a song to me
Just being in this place is like a home to me
On the concrete slab rez dirt street
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