Lyrics:
You'd never know by looking
We were ever more than strangers
But, we're celebrating ten years
Of wedded bliss
She made the rounds as usual
the shooters
Eating dinner dinner Peter Lugers
Riding dirty on Pete street
Come by yourself when you meet me
Make one call to my nigga
Young street you gone
Have
mothafucka, mane
Hell yeah, y'all niggas lame, nigga
Y'all niggas, man, know what I'm sayin'?
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Hey!
too
I'd like to explain what has happened to me
So it doesn't happen to you
I was born in Los Angeles
Many, many, many years ago
We lived out in North
dropped the top, I know it's one, no need to cut it out (huh?)
The money what it's 'bout ('bout)
My bitch bag cost a house (Guwop)
I shine too hard,
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
and lay the sod o're me,
For I'm a young cowboy and I know I done wrong."
"I see by your outfit that your are a cowboy."
These words he did say as I
buttons, green silks and silver shoes
My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
To be leaned
made it legal (wow)
Higher than an eagle, leanin' like Beanie Sigel (I'm leanin')
Flyer than a pilot, jean jacket by Diesel (phew)
All-gold rocket,
soft, so young, so lost
And oh so beautiful
Oh, that was many years ago
I doubt if anyone would know
There's a hole in the world like a great
I don't think you'll reach your goal, young man
Hangin' by the pool room door
Look out, son
Little ghetto boy
When, when, when you become
I don't think you'll reach your goal, young man
Hangin' by the pool room door
Look out, son
Little ghetto boy
When, when, when you become
leaving and I guess he knows what's best
But just in case would you stand by and help him stand the test
And Lord he's awful neglectful about church
ain't got shit (all you niggas die)
I'm troublesome
You know what time it is, the Outlaw clique
Young rugged and sick
Makaveli the Don the boss of all
to know what's poppin'
I'm tryna give you this cock from Rockland's hot man
Shorty is tryna talk too much
I might say slick shit just to toss you up
I couldn't be more confused
But more than that I'm upset
We once stood side by side
We were young when we met
We'd always stand together
soft, so young, so lost
And oh so beautiful
Oh, that was many years ago
I doubt if anyone would know
There's a hole in the world like a great
Some girls you meet seem so complete
Like they don't need nothin' from you
They're out to show you they don't want to know you
When deep inside
talkin' way way too real
I hope it gave you chills
The dirt under your feet could be the grave you fill
You don't know how dead you feel until you're
Ignored the warning signs
Supressed that truth I felt inside
I was just havin' fun with this
I'm too young for this
I'm thinkin' me myself and I
Should I
at me)
I got your girl doin' a handstand (look at me)
Out them 28-inch Birdmans (check out me)
(Check me out) y'all dudes money too young
Bright
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
at me)
I got your girl doin' a handstand (look at me)
Out them 28-inch Birdmans (check out me)
(Check me out) y'all dudes money too young
Bright
night that plug, for the trillest
See my momma cry too many tears
And we been broke like too many years
It ain't too many kids, a couple homies,
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