Lyrics:
a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta
Grew up in the ghetto, raised by
the line
As he wobbles on the spindle and his almost blind
And you can tell by the way that he travels alone
That it won't be long before he's goin' home
preacher long to say bye
The preacher he run till he spotted a tree
He said "up in that tree's where I auta be"
By the time that bear made a grab for him
it up
in twelve inches, keepin my defenses
Put it up in raw trenches, holdin court on the park benches
In the ghetto servin life sentence
Mass
leave you behind
Make up your mind
Stop marching in time
Get in line
You better make up your mind
We're gonna get on up
Five by five
And this
at seven, on up to heaven
Nothin' here to make me stay
'cause that las vegas glitter sure beats kitty litter
Countin' the cows every day
And countin' the cows
digger's ass
Oceanside it ends the ride, San Clemente coming up
Sunday desperadoes slip by, gas station closed,
Cruise with a dry back
Orange drive-in
you.
Without you, what would a poor boy do?
Touch and go with 1-6.
Bit of trouble in zone No. 7.
Gotta remember all of my tricks.
There's heaven
footsteps
Imma only leave you trailin
I think they fucking jealous
I used to think in 7th grade my mind was blank
Off half a tank of tylenol and aspirin
Have
to saddle up my pony and ride
'Cause heaven is waiting
Just past the horizon
Just over the mesas
Across the great divide
And faith is blazing
This trail that
the lake?
It’s the masterminds
With Q5
Vincent Matt & T.y
Yeah we on again
Hear us for the 7th time
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Local country station just a blaring on the radio
Pick him up at seven and they're headin' to the rodeo
Momma's on the front porch screamin' out her
feelings a habit
Gripping the foot of a rabbit
Tripping I'm full of the acid now
Back in 7th grade swore I would never pass the loud around
Now I regret
skanks on the way up
Oh, bitch thinks she's heaven-sent
It's evident that she ain't never been with seven inches
Yes, I said seven, I measured it
Seven
heaven, I rumble it
Knockin Scarecrow out of heaven for he did the Devil bitch
Holdin angels hostage in the basement of Hell Chapel
The only nigga ever
heaven
Flat black Chevy, flat black MAC 11
I'm rolling up by the pound, you rolling up by the seven
Walk in the room with the black and white fur, that
know
We keep on runnin' from the days of old
Ego falling from the mind we hold
Gotta line it up to knock it down
I keep it comin' like it's all I know
Or
They up inside a prison
Been thankful god for blessing my soul
By why a nigga still living
Tonio died we was in 7th grade
I still got niggas ain't
company
But he ended up going straight with the company
So, like I'm just straight holdin' the phone
Gettin' the bad news that dude was tryna leave my
love for you really goes
Nevermind now , with your heart ,how much you say(x5)
(on 6th line changes to)
Nevermind now how much you say, much you
blues away
And since you came by, I’ve reached cloud 5, recovery is smitten
Its like 7th heaven, could be cloud eleven, this love potion I have bitten
Oh
One of these days and it won't be long (it won't be long now)
One of these days and it won't be long (you bound to come up)
One of these days
yet to be found
So light up some green, and pass it around (just pass it around)
Now tell me what y'all smoking
What kinda heat y'all holdin'
Well is
Thought I heard a logman cuttin' timber
Down the mississippi line
I'm up the old tombigbee river
High as the pines, all the time
Elegamment les batos
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