Lyrics:
tryna play my role
I'm just a young Nigga catching goals
Hope I don't make it by selling my soul
I Hope I don't make it by selling my soul
These Niggas is
redcoat a new grave
Inside a trading was real, man
British spies spread the news
A surprise attack at dawn
British redcoats look like fools
The fight is
dirt all means
One hand when the curve ball leans, no home run they'll have to hurdle me
I never drew no blood I made man internal bleed
Just tryna kill
hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
Jumped in the '4 hit the juice on my ride
I got front back
out, man, I make her fiend for that blow
They be pumping the P, P be pumping them hoes
Stick out they ass, look how they tell me, "just go"
You ain't
stressing out, man
What's wrong with you? (Just chilling)
You know, met up with Leslie the other day
You know I'm sayin', one last date
Oh, oh, that again
album by Chrome, the new artist Chrome
C-H-R-O-M-E, go get it, it's jammin' like a fool (yeah, yeah)
"Straight To The Pros," Chrome, October, 2005 (new
Thought I would been there by now
Time to let it all out
I must be a fool
To think that I would pull through
I must be a fool
To think that I would pull
walls
What the fuck, nigga?
Get the fuck up out my balls
Congratulate me, round of applause
I swear to God, man
I'm just sittin' with the Dogg
Snoop Lion,
Excuse me trooper, will you be needing any packets
Today? Yo, be , don't be throwin' on my jacket, ok?
Cool, just trying to get your attention
So
at the time
I'm that kind of man
Just a fool I've been told
But I won't compromise
A fool never dies
And he never grows old
I fall in love everyday
'Cause
they watch me step by step
Mans tryna get my Ps right now, don't care about XYZ
Guess who just pulled up in a brand new 'Cedes? Uh
My quote for
just stop denyin' it
Well at least somebody in this bar is, this big bitch did
The ultimate by sayin' she wanted to have my kids
Look man, you grown,
Player hatin' ass motherfuckers man fuck that
Man put that shit out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no motherfuckin' weed in court
(Man fuck
is this?
An immaculate version of Me and My Bitch by Biggie
With all respect 'cause you the only one who gets me
Where is he?
The man who is just
know
I'm out here chasing paper and once I really get it
you know your boys a fool with it
Fool Wit It
Just be ready when I come home
1 Verse (T
through the layers of smog
Feeling down by law like I was Jim Jarmusch
Pictures in my brain just like Diane Arbus
Too much combustion gets my brain
pretty good)
Ayy man, I got a gang of that shit, man
I'll tell you what
My man on the guitar
Ayy, fool on the drums
Ayy, everybody just crowd around
the booth
And i'm reppin' the truth
How many times they hate on a fool
But got love for him too
Woaaaaah, yeaaaaaaaaa
One in a Millie ain't no dime by
made all the more sadder
When it's laid out for you by this man
by this old fool
Listen to the song cry
I say can y'all hear the song cry ain't no more going thru it
I'm just getting by
Listen to the song cry
Listen to the song cry
I
so far away
They get farther each and every day
And it seems fair to say
Everything wants to get in my way
And while I sit here, you just come right by
fool
My girl's grillin', I'm chillin
I'm in the pool, cool, just chillin
My girl's grillin', I'm chillin
I'm in the pool, fool, I'm in the pool
Fool
Shout out to my weed man, I call him the geek squad
I smoke too much, I just lost my thoughts,
I'm feelin' like a retard
Got two bead freaks plus me
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