Lyrics:
eaten by rust.
And John the Bog dreamt that he slept at the
Wheel, but when he woke it was real, too late
To have sussed.
And Jeff was a poet who
too clutch
Like me
John wall too clutch
Like me
He ball hard on the court
I ball harder in these streets
John wall too clutch
Like me
John wall too
B.I.G. Mack not a Whopper
Dub City Dub City
Everybody fucking with me
I'm in these motherfucking streets
Yeah, Believe me, it's on me
Welcome to the Dub
John steady on the go
Nervous as hell anything move wrong he gone blow
Bipolar disorder
Doing whatever he can in the streets to take care his daughter
Washington couldn't find any glory
In the overcrowded streets of the city
I know it's shitty but I can do without the pity
(Baby never
was kicking doors down DA want me direct file
She say I'm punishable by life
Nowhere to go so I'm in the dope pole and its getting cold
Nowhere else
it hot, get found in vacant lot
You don't really wanna come try, the one guy
Who stay dumb high from blunt lye
The rack of sing-sing alumni
Who got
drinkin' Bacardi, and she pops her body, don't you hurt nobody
Got my killers in here, they'll squirt somebody, but that Benz so fast, it'll jerk your body
tell us
That's what jail for
Adolescence young teens turned violent
It's floating, in a world turned silent
'Cause you could be touched
Young
The sheep is running from the sun
The wolves is howling at the moon
It's tragic how you in the street
'Cause you ain't got no avenues
When it come
me
Some john had a camera and an internet site
And the streets were getting crowded
I took the money, it was over by midnight
But I don't want
the exhaust
Count so much money, it got me exhausted
I was in the dungeon before takin' off
Stay in the streets and I'm breakin' the law
Hang on that corner
game Gucci, steak at the Palm
Coochie-loochie, black tie, ring the alarm
What it is, what it do, Snopp DO dub?
Is there any way that you can get us in
Grab a hoe to ya seats
My style bulldoze the streets
I talk dirty puncture hoes in my teeth
Cavity creep I'm young hung over thirty
You with it
bullshit, right back out on these streets
Just remember that you did this to yourself
Yeah, you did it to yourself
Now you gotta suffer the consequences
straight up, drank it on the rocks
Been in the club five minutes and done closed shop
How can one nigga be this gotdamn hot?
I don't know if it's me it
game Gucci, steak at the Palm
Coochie-loochie, black tie, ring the alarm
What it is, what it do, Snopp DO dub?
Is there any way that you can get us in
to your spot, two Glocks in the pump
Nigga fuck what you need
Imma give you what you want, how it gotta be
Me in the dub late night by the robbery
(by
on the park
But that night was so dark
That it lightened up the fear in her soul
And she shook like a leaf
She shook like a leaf
She shook like a leaf
She shook
Who be who been goin hard ay yo ay
who really got that heat
Who really been about that shit bro
Who really get it out the streets
You really don't want
to know if you run the streets
Come in peace or leave in pieces
Even Jesus was killed by the polices
They crucified him now they inject us with juice
there, so let's ride
Let's ride, don't trip, got your back, I'm your man
I keep it G, like they do it in the hood, and
You give me everything,
a dangerous gust
In Kenya's streets, tear gas fills the air
Protests persist, fueled by despair
Amidst the conflict in the Middle East's core
Israel and Gaza,
on the street,sing with me
(Scatting by Scatman John)
You're sitting in the same spot
You want to go home
But there ain't no home but home on the range
You've
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