Lyrics:
on the way home what I told her
I just said
Roll up another one, I got kush in my lungs
I got the work in the back of the carriage, horses in front
Yeah shawty
Tried to cut in I knocked out his front tooth
We ran outside hood slidin' like Bo Duke
What was I thinkin'?
I finally got her home at a half past, too
to snow,
Put on the chains in a whirl of white powder,
Half way up to Berthoud near a diner I know
And the light burned inside, shining down through
worry, my nigga, get part of the clip
So I got it right back (right back)
By the way, way that it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing
over a year
Sell ounces and bars from my golf cart
Gimme a nod I'll sort you out clart
By the time I've got to the ninth tee
I've usually sold about half
Coming from the sparks of embers no we ain't pretenders
We assembles of our highest truth from our inner feud
They getting shook like some half way crooks
wages by half past nine.
Now he's bought a gramophone on the never never
And the tally man's gotta have his money on time
But the kids are jumping
by
And far too many days run out
And nights begin this way
With my half of our hopeful couple
Trying to hold the dark at bay
There's a lot
I'm sorry to say that you don't know me
I'm sad in ways you never understood
Each time I try to tell the ugly truth
You always let it pass you by
happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover
That's what's
motor trouble it turned into a struggle,
Half way 'cross Alabam,
When that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham.
So
Tennessee.
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade
She spent half of her life a lookin for a better half to make her whole
Now she spends all her nights waitin' for a man who won't come home
She had
plate
Bill him what, half of that he have it late
His best friend by the yellow crates
Suicide, tears tryna hesitate
Only seventeen, damn, seventeen
wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my
down.
I'm halfway to heaven and my home in Forest Hills
It's half past eleven and I've got some time to kill.
I missed my bus connection my train got
sad (somebody, somebody)
Half of love is twice as bad (be my witness)
Now you chicks who do agree
That this ain't the way love's supposed to be
Let
ayo, hot shit makin' ya bounce
One two ride around in large amounts
One two high offa half an ounce
One two, one two
One two, hot shit makin' ya
have it figured out by now
There's no need for me to hang around
I gotta get outta town
Five dollar drink and a lonely window seat
Half empty plane
nation feared
The rebel
He had a chick named Rhonda
A college prize
Her long hair hung down
Over her eyes
Kinda half Barbra Streisand
And half
was at that stove
The same night work got cooked half that sold
A pyrex and a triple beam
Like Mr king had a dream
We ain't miss a fiend
Talking dirty
aiyyo, hot shit makin ya bounce
One two (two) ride around in large amounts
One two (two) high offa half an ounce
One two (two) , one two (two)
One two
the L.A River
On the concrete a symbol of out everyday way
It's that color and concentration over heavy gray
And by the time the ink dries on this page
Procreation
Compositions already written by themselves
Heck is for the people not believin' in gosh
Good job
Get 'em up way high
Gimme gimme that high
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