Lyrics:
to fry my head
My crew burst into a rage
Spliff lifted this nigga, putting two inside his rib cage
Yo, Rampage
[Rampage]
Aeiyo, I see them
What is America to me
A name, a map, or a flag I see
A certain word, democracy
What is America to me
The house I live in
A plot of earth,
(look out)
One point two, that's a whole lot of more "Vroom" (look out)
Three point two, that's a whole lot of whole lotta (look out)
It's live
man but when the gat is in my hand
You can bet my monkey ass is comin' out on top
LA hustlers can't live without money
So before I make sense I
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
Like there's one more move to make
One more road to cross
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
Strange eyes, blue clocks without hands
Two lives lived in distant lands
Little blue mysteries
What did they see in me
Strange eyes, early
Walking down babylon lane.
Trying to live my life in peace.
Two young men call me not their brother,
try to make me feel ashamed.
But I luv
The wind blows hard across the Texas planes
Makes some people go insane
While others quietly pray for rain
That's where we came from
Two boys
live there are not seen again!
Just two lonely truckers from Great Falls, Montana
And a salesman from places unknown (-ces unknown)
All huddled together
dicks, now
We movin on up in da world like elevators
Me and the crew we pimps like eighty-two
Me and you like Tony Toni Tone
Like this Eastpointe and we
so fresh, them niggas mildew it
Not just a actor by profession, pimp, I live movies
That's why they whisper when they see me point and stare at me
The cops passed by, but he stayed calm
Cause the leather trench coat was keepin him warm
But this time they walked by real slowly
He thought to himself,
aging
This M-E-D it feel caved in
All of my demons invadin'
I live paranoid, hesitatin'
They bitin', they bitin', the cadence
Go out they way, it's
Intro:
Old dawg, old dawggy, dawggy dog
Woah deh deh, woah..
Chorus
Old dawg like me
We haffi have dem inna two's an three
An everybody
Make way for the mash out, when we roll out
My crew, we don't fall out, we just pass out
(Wake up) Time to get moving
Time to get the body live
Intro:
Old dawg, old dawggy, dawggy dog
Woah deh deh, woah..
Chorus
Old dawg like me
We haffi have dem inna two's an three
An everybody
breath stinkin' in my jaws
Ring, ring, ring, quiet, y'all, incomin' call
Plus this my homie from high school, he gettin' by
It's time to bury another
This gravestone is peaceful and quiet
She pulls up a chair and sits right by it
The air around is gentle and warm
The rose colored wreath is
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
had two pair of Lee's, besides that
The pin stripes and the gray (uh-huh)
The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays (uh)
While niggas flirt, I'm
play live
Ask the people who they fly
The crew J5
We ride right into the night
Words that we write
We're calm then a settle your site
Come
(Once again)
Once again
It's the infamous back in the house once again
Live the life, that of diamonds and guns and now gems
Pull gats like
like a picture print by Currier and Ives
These wonderful things are the things we remember all through our lives
These wonderful things are the things
Far from the cry of the city
Where flowers pretty, caress the streams
Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in
Don't let it abide in my dreams
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