Lyrics:
dog new tricks
Call on Salty Sam
He found work in the harbour guarding ships by night and day
But the work was dull and Salty Sam missed
Yeah
Remix
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It's the remix
No diggity, no doubt
Play on playette
Lil' Man, Funky Mama in
brains and shit
I'm talented, yes I'm gifted
Never boosted, never shoplifted
I get the cash, see money over tricks and
But keep a snow bunny in
hardly feel the pills no more
On so many types of ecstasy
My liver will need a eulogy
By time I'm done bumping this rhyme so brutally
Bitches with
When you grow up in my hood
Help don't show up in my hood
Gang signs go up in my hood, just 'cause you in my hood
Feel like I'm trapped in my hood
Pass, assholes
Like I'm lactose
Hit the fast road, throw
You in a black hole
Where'd he go, I don't know
Only god really knows
If your number 1
I'm
to the same front doors
We'd trick-or-treated hours before
And one by one the neighbors pour
The candied sweets and chocolate treats galore
But as I marveled
Times"
feelin like J.J., I'm standin in the food bank line
My momma was ridin on the bus tryna get to work
Early in the morn', it's cold and her knees hurt
I'm getting us lost in our own town
Same old streets but it's broke down
Is this the dream where I run from you and trip myself?
I'm waking up into
only because I'm proud
Goin all around the town
In the hood, u know I'm down
I'm only sixteen
Getting high up in the scene
I only really be sipping lean
All of these hoes so pi-pi-pissed (hey, pissed)
Bubblegum, bubblegum in a dish (hmm)
How many more niggas can I make tricks? (Tricks)
How many more
We're never miles apart
Telephone line (Telephone line)
Tied straight to my heart
I fell in love so quick
I thought my mind was playin' tricks
the sound
Fuck you! I'm just tryin' to put it down for my home town
Cars drive by with the booming system
I must be getting old cause the bass sounds
Where are you going now
You're at the top but you still can't win
I'm on the outside and I'm looking in
I'm getting piled by all these stones
Never
the door is closed and we're in town
And the only place you can go is down!
Step, step, step, step, step off.)
Well, I'm Kieth Cowboy and you're my
So they go crazy, get hot-headed, start actin' a fool yellin'
But you all know it ain't no refunds in this shit that I'm sellin'
Cause during
I’m on that album shit, bitch
Got my nigga Philthy up in this motherfucker
(Got my nigga Philthy up in here) what up?
(What up?) j Stalin
Chill shit
JaeMyth, JaeMyth
And WestMo on the Track!
Im the coldest one around, just holdin down my town, why you niggas all in my zone
You bussin tricks like
forget what goes up gotta come down
(DJ Paul)
But all that's go change
1997 Prophet Posse
You know what I'm sayin
Loved by few,hated by many
We in
jealous, hate to see a nigga rise up
They tryin' to size up, but punk nigga, wise up!
I pack my nine, yeah, I'm fine, and I chill with it
Shoot 'em in
AngelLaCiencia
Battle cry and i’m up the town (Up the town)
Too much winners they come and go like up around (Up around)
Two seaters can’t get
Ride that dick till I cum
Put the pillow in his face
So I’ll see him till I’m done
Bag my niggas by the jogger so I know a Nigga hung
Like my niggas
the gettin's good, gettin' mine, represent the hood
Try to hold me back that one time, but I'm to the good
want to see me locked in a cell, throw away the key
to talk, I ignore them
Trust me, you're the only on I adore yeah
You know I'm no liar, baby look me in my eyes
Waking up with you is better than a sunrise
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