Lyrics:
of the purest of things
No time to waste, no oil sheens, her soil was clean
Beauty was keen, sort of like the flowers of spring
She said she lived the law by
And I'm sorry if I get too high
Called me for a hello
And that was enough to get you by
I broke her heart down the line
But she'll be fine
I know she is so
on the road, get put on a plate, he food (food)
We live by the code, ain't breakin' the rules
This codeine I sip get abused (drank)
Perkys and Xanax, a whole
guys he knew from high school days
Said they had a plan to get rich quick
And they could count him in if he don't have cold feet
Cold cold cold cold
and city lights
Just give my loot, get your licks and get all the high titties right
But then I'm into what you bitches is saying
So I wasn't really
to push her, they knocked her down
I tried to help her out but there was just no way
A life ain't worth a damn on the street today
I passed the ambulance
them checks
But you can tell by how I spit it
Nigga I be gettin' dough
Take her all the places that
She never been befo'
(Don't give a fuck about the)
'Shrooms
Dark rainy night but on a mission, soon
It was me, Davie, Grant, Jake, and a bitch
To get some more, we gonna be dipping, vroom
Jumped in her
I’ll take the high road. I’ll take the low road.
I’ll take the mother load to get to you, babe.
I’ll get up then I’ll wake up the sun and I’ll
high
Just another thing that helps me get by
Fucked a lot girls, so that I can get high
Never really means nothing, just to get by
Doing what I can, so
gotta believe it, you gotta see it
By your side in the middle of the night
Keep your head up high and the dust off your shoulders
It's alright, no it's
keep my sex appeal
Don't get it twisted yo, I never really favored you
And I was raised by my niggas from the Flavor you
So fuck givin' props where
house
With a high yellow thick bitch wit' her legs out
Cash Money president, but we in a red house
Who the fuck want it? Make my fuckin' day
I blow
to the metal
Go against the floor
High powered is the label Mr. Criminal
Capone young low let me get that homes
Lady P the First lady D O dub
Westcoast
like a anchor line
My bloodline from ancient times
Smokin' weed by the ancient mine
You niggas funny like Richard Pryor
My shit cray, it get you high
to push her, they knocked her down
I tried to help her out but there was just no way
A life ain't worth a damn on the street today
I passed the ambulance
thing
YouknowhatI'msayin? I'm gonna just slide in the studio quick
Yo, yo
And get this done
Verse One: Killah Priest
When you're sexually
And such is life, she often said
With one day leading to the next
You get a little closer to your death
Which was fine with her, she never got upset
together for awhile,
But by now she’s halfway to California,
To get too far to turn around,
And right now she’s wishing I didn’t love her,
She flew too high
to smile
She'll be looking at the moon tonight
But the moons blurred by the tears in her eyes
She keeps walking on with her head held high
Nothing that she
the wheels spinning
Let's get somewhere and get high
For the rest of the night
Sex and then go get a bite
Oh take with a thug baby and if you want it (if
chose up, you can't blame her
We in the room high as a sky scraper
We came this far, never gon' change up, homie that's Taylor
Straight game, what I
to the metal
Go against the floor
High powered is the label Mr. Criminal
Capone young low let me get that homes
Lady P the First lady D O dub
Westcoast
chain
I'm her slave
Get me down with my head up high
May your barrel shift that
All my worries shift by
My love
I'm her slave
I'm her slave
I'm
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