Lyrics:
much that summer, even had him a baby
See back-back then-then if you had a car
You was the Chi-Town version of Baby
And I was just a virgin, a baby
I'm about making 20's
Andrew Jacksons get turned to Benji's
If I feel like that boy offend me
Then imma pop out with a different semi
Everyday nigga
packed stone
I came from a sack of stones
22's I'm sitting on
TV's by Clarion, platinum medallion
Black trucks on chrome, on top of my game huh
The city
improvement plan
Started with a losing hand
Back in my 20's when I moved with grams
Dealt with six months of psychosis
Landed in the hospital with all
Practice
Will you induct me into
The drink of the cactus practice?
Cactus
Cactus
Practice
Are you saying I'm
Reactive but I can work with
that right there
'22 the year we flyin' up
Bitch, I'm freein' niggas flyin' up
Sneaky link, niggas wanna get deep in it (deep in it)
For shits
for sixteen five, me and my niggas gonna be rich
Put them 20's on my Benz so you know I got so mens
Keep your eyes on your enemies and nigga watch your
Listen to my tale of woe,
it's terribly sad but true,
All dressed up, no place to go
Each ev'ning I'm awf'ly blue.
I must win some handsome guy
see them 20s spinnin when I'm swangin down the strip
Diamonds hanging off my lip, my trunk bangin like a crip
Niggas thinkin I'ma slip but I cain't
If
see them 20s spinnin when I'm swangin down the strip
Diamonds hanging off my lip, my trunk bangin like a crip
Niggas thinkin I'ma slip but I cain't
If
weary tryin' to carry this load all by myself
I'm bone tired and fallin', can't you hear me callin'
I need somebody's help
I am a young man growin'
Where did that .22
Come from
When the bullet past through my lung
I've lost my breath I'm winded
I've been hit, by a slug that wasn't intended
I hear
(same)
I had you in the fame, now your fame gone (fame)
Call my phone and don't answer (brrrt, brrrt, brrrt)
I'm in the jungle like panthers (brrrt,
much that summer, even had him a baby
See back-back then-then if you had a car
You was the Chi-Town version of Baby
And I was just a virgin, a baby
she sick, she better lay low
For the niggas who be claiming my hood
And really ain't from my gang, better lay low
I hope he don't be thinking I'm just
checks
1's, 5's, 10's and 20's
A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys
Left and right, day and night
You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight
and I'm getting cold
22 minutes then I'm moving on
22 minutes til the heatings on and I'm warming
20 minutes and the lights are red
20 minutes traffic now
The earlier version by the Hart Valley Drifters is:
I am a roving gambler
I've gambled all around
Wherever I meet with a deck of cards
I lay my money down
Lay
Everyone was happy
Showered by well wishers as we drove away
Now somewhere in the neon lights
I'm holdin' on for dear life
Rockin' in the arms of your
and hearts
I'll bring someone to life, is what I wanna do
I wanna create my own version of you
Well, it must be the winter of my discontent
I wish
the moon so
I don't wanna be 20 something
And still in my head about
17 in my bedroom talking
You said that by now we'd
Paint the walls of our shared
you on your knees?
Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?
(Why wouldn't this money make you want to hate?)
Why wouldn't I huh? Why wouldn't I what?
for a money tree
I’m just me, who strives to be free
I wanna taste life,
Feel it and scream
22 kinds of ice cream
22 kinds for my pleasure
22 kinds
somethin', dig this
[Verse 1]
I'm 22 and a vet in the game
Say I'm, supercoo', still a threat at the same
Time, rhyme bout the times I invested in 'caine
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