Lyrics:
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White chalk on the sidewalk and it's my fault
Gucci keep goin' up, postin' all his whereabouts
In these foreign lands shakin' hands he don't care
deserve to get throwed, throwed
Well I came in the door, I said it befo'
I never fuck a hoe without head no more
I never pull up in nothin' less than
but the number one rapper in the world
He done traveled all over the world
He came back just to give you some game
All of the little boys and girls,
on a rock
But tears came to my eyes when he showed me my block
[ Tevin Campbell (& Andrae Crouch Singers) ]
Stokie's just Stokie, mama
(Stokie's Stokie)
Yeah, Young Rich Niggas
Back to back, two times
Hit a nigga with the throwaway
Bitch I came from another place
Unfortunately we couldn't beat
high I could jump out to space
What the fuck did I say?
I be so fly I just done shoot down my cape
And bought me a safe and it came with a wraith
I send the check for the lease every January
To 1100 Beckham Ridge Road
Have your corn knee-high by July
Where we hunt the bottom by the white
I bought a bourgeois house in the Hollywood hills
With a truckload of hundred thousand dollar bills
Man came by to hook up my cable TV
We settled
down hard and cold
I seen a young man lying by the side of the road
He cried Mister, won't you help me please
An ambulance finally came and took him
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
girl who
Won't just let things sit
She came like a cat
Like a cat to cat nap
She came in my lap
With her womanly hips
When I first met her
I
there was a hole
Something missing in my soul 'til you filled it up
Oh, with your love
Life has a way of showing you just what you need
And who you
down hard and cold
I seen a young man lying by the side of the road
He cried Mister, won't you help me please
An ambulance finally came and took him
The surf was easy on the day I came to stay
On this quiet island in the bay
I remember a line of women all in white
The laughter and the steel bands
that's how I intimidate
But I just came to get my shit off, so I give them a break
And pickin' up the microphone after I left
Is like givin'
I remember Richard Nixon back in '74
And the final scene at the White House door
And the staff lined up to say good-bye,
Tiny tear in his shifty
pleasure in the Benz-ito
Hittin' fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's
Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
Run up in your crib, wrap you
the rubber on 65
Might not make it out alive
White knuckling the wheel just to survive
Caught in the crosswind, caught in the crosswind
Caught in
it's up for grabs
Leave with everything 'cause everything is in the bag
When I was younger, I was just a little wild motherfucker
Tryna be like all
was answered in less than a heartbeat
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor
Just for a moment I stood there in silence shocked by the foul
a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still
pourin' up codeine, Benz all white, no chlorine
Bad chick with me got ass and titties
Freaky bitch gon' fuck the whole team (yeah, ho)
Ziploc bag full
said "You can set 'em up bartender"
And these were the words he said
I was down by St james Infirmary
I saw my sweat heart there
She was layin' out
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