Lyrics:
wish you would, I wish you would
I wish you would, I wish you would
I wish you would, this is my life
This is my all, this is my all
And now I'm
star in Heaven
Now that only star is mine
Mine yeah
On my way to Hollywood
The minute I get there
And this is how you get there
Yeah yeah
Love, love
the fool
To let this manufacture use my body for a tool.
I can ride home in the evening,
Staring at my hands
Swearing by my sorrow that a young girl
you may look tonight
You will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man
Who may not know at all who I
Quit tryin' to censor music, this is for your kid's amusement (the kids)
But don't blame me when little Eric jumps off of the terrace
You shoulda been
on the line, three to eleven
But eighteen months and two days ago
The mill closed down and moved to Mexico
I've paid my bills, I've paid my dues
And I've paid
feet rubbed
By the baddest bitch, not Trina, but I swear to God
This bitch will make you call your girl up and tell her, "Hey, what's good?
"Sorry I'm
wants to drop some information
Just a little additive to your education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk
When
Strip
Run it down the line, Sunset and Vine
Blow a half a zip by the Hollywood sign
Scotty once said "It gets better with time"
Eastside Long Beach but
]
I got a lot of dead homies some blood some crip
This is life stop watchin' that "Boyz N The Hood" shit
You see this red rag hangin' out of my jeans?
them no chance
Let their lives tirelessly unfold
So all that's left is the colours
The colours in my mind that calm me down
(Every day we sit back
hard, reppin' for my dogs, do this every day
Takin' off, lookin' out for all, makin' sure we ball
Like the mob, all you do is call
Catch you if you
And I have been the fool
To let this manufacturer
Use my body for a tool.
I can ride home in the evening,
Staring at my hands,
Swearing by my
a paramedic
Turn up, turn up, turn up, I got trippy, I stay live
All this purple in my cup, match them grape 5's
I'm so high, I got three bitches that go bi
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colours anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer
and by
The woman and the man were wed just after the war
And they settled in this river town and three fine sons she bore
One became a lawyer and one fine
Quick on the draw with my hands on the four
Nine-three-eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it, 'cause I think not when this hip hops like proper
on
Have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on (High)
The heat is on (You know)
The heat is on what's my next move
Do I stick with the score, or get
the broken thread from flexibility
Mi chiamo 3D si sono Inglese
No sunshine in my life because the way I deal is hazy
And every day's a daisy 'cause I'm
Hootie Malcolm
I'm screaming out peace
But his chopper piece a bad outcome
I'm vicious
And my house is a red light district
And my couch is a porno star
'round here like they're somebody
Don't know what kind of day I had
With all this weight, couldn't hold my bag
Don't hold me back from my habits
Live
find a pay phone
This turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone
Gotta hit the gas, baby, I'm running late
This New Jersey in the mornin'
Georgia neck is red but son you're still green"
Well, I turned twenty one in gray rock federal prison
The judge, he had no mercy on this Waycross,
wore my Yeezys to dinner
This is the season, I got the seasonin'
Don't make me sprinkle you niggas
I got my reasons, you wanna please me
Send me
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