Lyrics:
still alive by 95 I'll still be door-to-door
With hits that make you hit the floor
This shit is straight from '94, young monsters making millions
What
I could tell you the story of a vagabond
A playboy of the western world
One day by chance he came upon
A fair young maid, a country girl
He told her
to be so mistaken
By different shades of faces
Then Whit' told me, "A woman is woman, love the creation"
It all came from God, then you was my
A speck in the wide blue sea. 'Tis the last of all the land.
A dweller upon our lonesome isle, the last, lonely man? -
By the Gods he is there to never
is all I heard
ROUGH:When you start your day,watch the finance man tow your car away
HARD:To hold a job when you've been replaced by a little blue knob
Sick and tired by the way you do
Good time papa gonna poison you
Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed
Wake up one of these days, find your own
Sick and tired by the way you do
Good time papa gonna poison you
Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed
Wake up one of these days, find your own
by there and drop a tailgate
And take a dip to cool off a bit
Blue sky would turn to red off in the west
We'd tear into a full igloo of Old
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
shorty that is something you will never see
Feelin' sum like Knockz, cause I came in by My Lonely
They told me speed it up, I slowed it down, put that onna
me function like McLovin/
The bread is in the oven and I got a baker's dozen/
Southern California livin' where they dumpin' out in public/
No punk
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
But you're too young to know
Nothing courts a woman's scorn
More than scuffs on the toe
The cobbler can attend to that
Meanwhile, you must have cake
And one by one each woman he kiss
(He kiss her and she gon' fall in love)
Stokie's just Stokie, you know?
(Stokie's Stokie)
Till someone shows that they
the trap nigga seeing blue hunnids
Smooth talking ass nigga fuck your mom or your woman
Having gas i swear to god you can come get it if you want it
Young
bushy
She throw it back make it thunder clap screaming out daddy just fuck me
Anita baker that ass giving the best that I got
Keep it fresh in my mental
I ain’t fuckin wit no young hoe
Nah
I can’t fuck around wit no young hoe
Nah
I ain’t fuckin round wit no young hoe
Nah
Never fuck around wit no young
You Don't Know The Blues
That's What They Say I'm Tellin' You
Oh But I Know The Blues
And The Blues Knows Me Too
Lost The Woman Of My Life
By The Ripe
it out the mud, bish I grew up by 40
Im in LA rocking Nipsey Blue, I don't gang bang but a nxgga feeling Bomfortable
The whip I'm in is something new
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
and his eyes bright blue
So called beef with you-know-who
Fuck it, he just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our
a woman by the river
With some fine young handsome man
He's dressed up like a squire
Bootlegged whiskey in his hand
There's a chain gang on the highway
a little too late
And I see myself as I might've been
I'm handsome and capable and funny
A young woman in college entranced by the flames
Is pondering
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