Lyrics:
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
the name of Mr Jones Wad E
Straining your brain like TV static
Check out the phunky 3d grafix
Rave visuals enter my digital zone as I recite a poem
stars
You hoes gotta feel a down ass fuckin G
I represent that Three, that nigga M-o-e
I came through bangin screwed up in my hoo-doo
You know Im comin
the front door
You better put that fuckin' bag down
Red dot on your nose like cash clowns
These bitches think they Kash Doll
Kash Doll need to sit her ass
when we left
But when I got home and laid down to sleep
That began the nightmare, on my street
It was burnin' in my room like an oven
My bed soaked
guns in the silence of the wood,
And the icicles hang down like tusks under the parka hood;
When the stove-pipe smoke breaks sudden off, and the sky is
your outback friends will play
Three wide steps take you to the top, where you are greeted by a bright yellow door
Bursting with character
feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate
Hence why every time we dine we eat until our belly aches
Then go grab the finest wine and drink it like
We know
free to feel the goodness from the ground and the sounds of wildlife is music to your ears.
The long native grass flowing like waves caresses your arms
You're gonna to be sitting there on your little machine
Trying to look and keep it clean and
You're going to be home playing bingo all night all alone
I'ma break that bitch down
Out of town for the weekend, accompanied by three friends
I'm supplyin' all y'all drinks then
Vacationin' from work, end
down
Out of town for the weekend, accompanied by three friends
I'm supplyin' all y'all drinks then
Vacationin' from work, end up takin' time off
Had
at my like a cow looks at an oncoming train
And she leaned right down next to me
And she said "It's good for you"
And then she tied me to the wall
The panic as you fade in, blocking out sounds
Like your body shuts down when your organs start failing
Knife crime dangerous, next day famous
Give it six
you feel (feel)
From my(from my) fluence(fluence
Bouta clock in on your ass like a time piece(time piece)
Touch down on your bitch like I'm drew
like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
"There's something
(Turn on your cry mode)
I won't feel it if I drink once more
Kiss me while I'm melting in your arms by the door
Let me die in your beautiful home
Our
missed her
I spent all day home till they carried her out
Then seen my family come home, didn't feel our like house
And my brother tries to hide it but
But when I got home and laid down to sleep
That began the nightmare, on my street!
It was burnin' in my room like an oven
My bed soaked with sweat,
home boy
What up Dogg, it all ain't good home boy
[Snoop Dogg]
Like we said before, your face to the floor
We holding up your motherfucking candy
home
And waiting for you at home are your Mom and
Dad with open and loving
Arms? They’re waiting for
You with love and happiness
Because they missed you
And I missed and I grabbed your ass
My bizzard
Feels like I'm learnin' 35
In a A3 cup in a Deezeevees
Whatever I desire (desire)
I want a 600 coupe
When you walked past
And I missed and I grabbed your a**
My bizzard
Feels like I'm learnin' 35
In a A3 cup in a Deezeevees
Whatever I desire
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
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