Lyrics:
Big city Europa, July of '64, it's 5 A.M.
Weather blowing bitter off the Baltic
Car slows beside him as he walks
Hubcaps slow revolution
murderahh
Motherfuckin' everybody murderahh
Yeah, nigga all y'all murderahh
Uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed
Peeped all the stash drop in
fuckin dime
They get hit by the fuckin 45
I got glocks
Yea I got nines
West side Uzi Gang
What I claim
Off the pigs
that's my campaign
Hit a stain
Like wit
All of us get lost in the darkness
Dreamers learn to steer by the stars
All of us do time in the gutter
Dreamers turn to look at the cars
Turn
come
Where your tongue came from?
The underground like we platinum
Start the car with my right thumb
See me in the ride, Backwood burnin'
Get green,
'em give Ricky the cash, he get half, she's my wife
Gets the V, beans to white
Yo, watch where you going, nigga, breath, alright?
Yo, watch the bitch
All of us get lost in the darkness
Dreamers learn to steer by the stars
All of us do time in the gutter
Dreamers turn to look at the cars
Turn
better
He opens up my door and I get into his car
And he says you look beautiful tonight
And I feel perfectly fine
But I miss screaming and fighting
I Wish My Mother-In-Law'd Get Hit By A Car
I Wish My Mother-In-Law'd Get Hit By A Car
I Wish My Mother-In-Law'd Get Hit By A Car
So I wouldn't have
me
Yo, you're just gonna get your ass kicked
Homeboy throw in the towel
Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell
The Godfather of Soul in the belly
a car wreck in a swamp I drown victims slow With these words that I lay
Pigs on the corner got an eye for my kind 'cause we ignore laws everyday
What do
supplying
Heated, stop answering, start spending them niggas calls
Every time he went to see him he went in them rented cars
So it was even harder to find
rape, I'd never get laid"
He finished up and he started the car
He turned around and drove back to the bar
He said, "Now, baby, don't be sad
In my
tryna turn me down
Slut, I'm talking to you, turn me back up
Are you insane? Tryna talk over me in the car
Shut the fuck up while my shit's playin'
I got a pig at home in a pen
Corn to feed him on
All I need's a pretty little girl
To feed I'm when I'm gone
Going up on a mountain
To sow
What's behind your painted face
can you see the real pig in the mirror
revenge you breed
I hate your skeletons
Beggin to get out
one by one, dont let
drops, had to cop a warehouse
Thirty cars in that motherfucker, doors open, they spread out
Put a pool table in the middle of that motherfucker like
We took a trip to garden Grove
It smelled like lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah
This ain't no funky reggae party, $5 at the door
It gets so real
see is him right now
I'll sit and watch your car burn
With the fire that you started in me
But you never came back to ask it out
Go ahead
on the corner, don't let the pigs get you
Not like these fools who don't comprehend
You end up doing a twenty-five bit in the pen
You got that? Getting your
sleeps in bed.
That fat boy fills his belly,
My poor boys's a dead,
While we say.
[Chorus]
Little by little by little,
And stone by
better
He opens up my door and I get into his car
And he says you look beautiful tonight
And I feel perfectly fine
But I miss screaming and fighting
Fucking city is run by pigs
They take the rights away from all the kids
Understand that we're fighting a war we can't win
They hate us, we hate
a gold digger
Lemme get that, huh
What you got, up in them jeans?
Put it on me or get lonely
Lemme get that, huh?
You know 5 car garages
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