Lyrics:
Virginia
Tidewater four ten o nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling
And the poor boy is on the line
Working on a T-bone steak
me Norfolk Virginia
Tidewater four ten o nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling
And the poor boy is on the line
Working
Sure as you're born brought me a silk suit
Put luggage in my hand
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land
Working
Before I leave your head in your hands, what's your name, huh?
My lines get in your cells like 7 Ls
Any problem, I address you like I'm sendin' you mail
a silk suit
Put luggage in my hands
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land
Working on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over
If you ever wondering where I am
Anchor to my own wonderland
These different time zones
How do I ever land by you
By you?
Yeah, all these days
strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass
Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass
Leave your man's brain in your motherfuckin' lap ass
me Norfolk Virginia
Tidewater four ten o nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling
And the poor boy is on the line
Working
[Chorus]
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The key to everything, everybody here in America
Is the money.
Some say that it's the root of all evil;
Brings wars and other cells
square, I dare you Braveheart
Before I leave your head in your hands, what's your name, huh?
My lines get in your cells like 7 Ls
Any problem, I address
comes, I'll remain protected
If I try real hard, I'll regain perspective
If I look in a straight line and never look back
I'll be working on the next
world, I'm the dope dealer
I love it when she talk crazy
That dick make her walk crazy
And last time was awesome
All the lines, we crossed them
I
be stumbles
Our tongue out on the line to dry
And a piece from wagers of working
And hell breaks loose on Saturday night
Aren’t you happy?
shit I'm anxious as hell
Manson, you're safe in that cell, be thankful it's jail
I used to be my mommy's little angel at twelve
Thirteen I was putting
And yes, sometimes I'm known to just want to be alone
And if you find my heart, then you'll find my home
I'm in my zone, zone, zone
I'm in my zone
zone yea in my zone
Working on my sound making all these songs
Kush up in my lungs it got me gone
Shawty hit my line she hit my phone
All these long
hope Jehovah can save me
While I'm out don't buyin' tryin' to find my time
'Til I hit the main line in that cell confined
Preposterous chains, top notch
to fight the power
Well it's hard times, white lines, kids of nine getting down with gun crime
War zones, no homes, ain't it the time we gave the dog
them trenches
Talking out of line we'll end that business
I am on a path to extend my benjamins
Welcome to my danger zone
Step inside the danger zone
the logic
Of your own communication zone
What deals have been made
Who's under the gun
Stay one step ahead
Of the next in line
[chorus]
like smoke
And errythin', coulda smoke a thousand Newports
Really no difference between money and the time
Thin line do it all cause I can't be broke
city line
beatty lent
find zone
nice can
braid down.
eres mi no
a jugar Tô
eres mi no
tú pierdes,des
eres mi no
está muerto
eres mi no
tú perdiendo
woke up out of that coma
Police waitin' for a statement, (heart monitor beeps to flat line)
[Chorus]
Pass the weed and let a nigga get into a zone
the shallow bitter
Taste of cold regret
But then it came too late
I'm doing double time
And now I'm double parked
Across the double line
I'm in a working zone
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