Lyrics:
more for this city then these rappers that have blown
It's only been three years, look at how I've grown
I'm just in my zone, I call this shit the calm
God on high
Hear my prayer
In my need
You have always been there
He is young
He's afraid
Let him rest
Heaven blessed.
Bring him home
Bring him home
a rock cast in the sea
Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me, doggone it
I loves day man lak a schoolboy loves his pie
Lak a Kentucky Col'nel loves
give a fuck who sees
So I don't bother rollin' tinted look who the fuck it be
That skinny Cleveland niggie I stay reppin' my city bitch
Been smokin' no
of Cats sat down in the road
Pedro said "Boys, we're three of a kind"
He said "I've sat with river rats
And I've hung my hat with diplomats
I had 4
the story in my hurt
The boys they always tell me that my words get 'em by
They can tell how much I mean it by the bloodshot in my eye
(Alright if you're
In church dressed in cordoroy ties
Now I'm grown up and been married four times
Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes
Brick city, known pop
Hot romance we need
We like to get it on --
Do you like to get it on, too?
Well now, what did you have in mind?
Okay: well I get off bein' juked
With
in the corner (corner)
Sneaking out the back door
We really could be
Living young, wild and free
I left a note in the hallway (hallway)
By
I write the book down line by line
I'm feeling good when I do it like this
So come on and turn it up because you can't resist
Because I'm back with
Riding by the potholes, loading up my old truck
I'm so blessed, need no luck
I'm so blessed, need no luck
Riding by the potholes, loading up my old
'm ghostly
Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'll have my motherfuckin' ass kicked by Moby
If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over
Change But I'm Far From The Man That I Used To Be
[Outro:]
Vo And D-R-A-K-E
We Them Boys That You Came To See (So Get Busy Ya)
Yep We Take It To The Same
Have your gun by you
'cause niggas will try you
Uh who's sick as me?
Tell the truth, bitch, nobody
And that's real
And as far as my eyes can see
I
towels (ok)
They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers (ok)
They been countin' for hours, gettin' kisses by the thousands (ok)
Money
been blessed
'Cause even the worst of times have turned out for the best
Like roads on a map they cross a battered stretch of skin
You can trace
lie to your grandkids.. ..I seen it... ...you been lying ever since you was a little kid ...Mike Tyson punched the boy in his ribs, and his leg fell off
from crying
His shattered dreams,
Have been worn down by life
And I wonder now
How a man gets so far down
Where's the pride and the glory
will arrange my great escape?
Hopelessly, I have been torn from this outrage
Tossing and turning, uneasy, it cost me the cross
Am I at rest
treat you mean
Never start no kind of scene
I'll tell you every place and person that I've been
Always a playground instructor, never a killer
Perfect strangers living in a new land
The raintown boys are so far away
Been living it up on the shore
No doubt in their minds they're all gonna stay
control)
Well, they can watch me fuck it up all in one night
I'm in my city in the summer, camo'd out
Leather booted, kissing bitches in the club
They
About that time a car drove by
With an Ace Insurance bumper sticker
Well that must be the man been courtin' Abell
He's somethin' of a city slicker
(Ah,
cute little divos
Or rich city guys i just want to enjoy (Uh)
By having a very good time
And behave very bad in the arms of a boy
There's a she-wolf in
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