Lyrics:
the masses move
I carry tools that'll pick you up and out your shoes
Xzibit bringin' new meanin' to alcohol abuse
I wanna fall up in the spot where all
First can see
We got a serious block
Turn the other way, ooh what do I spot?
A hoopin' Hey Love whose scent left a trace
Had a stash in her pocket
Hey baby whatcha doin this evenin'
Can you meet me down at the railroad tracks
I got Tom Petty playin' in my Silvarado
And I iced down a six pack
runnin in circles
Oh my I think I just let you ruin my life
Never been this close to paradise
I lose track of time with you right by my side babe
This got
the state murder
Everyday it's a homie, lay my rag in a casket and retaliate
Nigga who is you, what side is you, red or blue
I gets my drop on, I
like me
'Cause you ain't never gon', never gon'
Never gon' never find love
'Fore you cross them tracks
You better lift them god damned feet
I was
rollin' blunts in my passenger seat (bitch)
Saved by the bells like I'm motherfuckin' Screech
Came up a lil' different, all of my friends was the robbers
acceptance
Now as a man, I can vent this, fuck that, end this
Do what you love in this life, don't let hate in your life
No, don't work for a job 'til you
got
They Ain't tryna help me, they watch So by myself, yeah, I did it all
The first thing I did was get to the bag, I love to pursue
She told me, that
By the hallway light
I can track your silhouette
Dressed in your nightgown
Bare feet on the cold ground you move
With the grace of a routine
weed and rocks, drink all the blue dots
On yo' block you probably had a fat pad of Tupac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee-high
And even when
P-P-Papamitrou, boy
Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it
I fell in love with the game and I married it
200 thou' for the walk
my man beatboxin
Shootin the breeze - see I'm nice with these
You'll be suckin it down like fast food high-see's
Type of rap bitch that love
on the radio
She says why can't he be you I hear
You've gone from Brown to blue
Since the holiday for two
But I don't need to know that right now
I love you so
don't know why - I don't know why
I don't know why I keep singin'
These blues
I don't know why but I do
I don't know why I gamble with my love
On the line
to my political groove
Rest in peace,
Sauce Brothers underneath
I love you to death while my beats' like a reef
In the middle of the night
Cullinan Concierge this life new
I love this life it feel new
All the old dark thoughts that I outgrew
No more grey skies, see the sky blue
No more grey
Yeah, I want that back in the day, circa 2008, beer cans by the lake
Fall in the love for the fate, find someone and escape
You pour, I relate, we
Might loss your clock
Where's track of time?
Cannonball Drop
Pool won't mind
Blues don't stop
Last in line
Don't lost your spot max you're prime
I
track, they'll never see it
This time right here the devil season, hated on by hella people
Can't stop for cop, might smell the reefa
Pockets fat like
I'ma put it on her
I'ma I'ma put it on her
I'ma I'ma put it on her
I'm a champ on the track
[Chorus: x2]
I'ma put it on her
I'ma I'ma put it
For a little bit to make sure it stays on track
The wax can't be scratched unless Spin is there
So she can catch it on time so then I
Flocaine for sale
Making dope music
Like the studio the crack spot
Gambling with tracks like I'm trying to hit the jackpot
Jackpot jackpot I'm trying to hit
When I look you in your eyes I can see my own
Straight love manifested in flesh and bone
You's a breath of fresh air in this world of shit
You was
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