Lyrics:
in the mornin'
Welcome to Atlanta, where the players play
And we ride on them thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
boots, lose them shoes again
Followed by ya clothes, now I’m rubbing on yo toes
Hand going up ya leg, rubbing arms and elbows
Notorious like B.I.G. yeah
Can't go home if you're goin' by the mill
'Cause the bridge's washed out
At the bottom of the hill
Big Creek's up Little Creek's level
Plow my
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
your kicks by hanging around
Well honey here's a kick that I help you cover ground
And what don't you just take yourself go back to where you've been
I'd
life hangs by a thread
If you ain't got no red corpuscles
Jack, you're dead
You been always kickin'
But you stubbed your toes
When you ups and kicks
the beat, all still riding with ya
Party by the big riders, still siding with ya
Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya
I know you're here in
Hey girl, go on now
You know you've got everybody lookin'
Got a little boom in my big truck
Gonna open up the doors and turn it up
Gonna stomp
snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild life
take this town
Suckers gettin' mad, swift kick, broke rib
Serve it in a dish, name it up, rib-tip
Metal in the front, big stomp, crush neck
Punks on tip,
She could never give up the homestead on the farm
Where they handed off tobacco in the big tobacco barn
And the long straight rows that ran
From
When by the phone
In vain you sit
You very soon in your mind realize that it's not just
An ordinary pain in your heart
When you by chance
Go
no big surprise
I'll have a hunk in mind and a pair of bloodshot eyes.
'Cause I've got heartaches and hangovers since you've been gone
Heartaches
by the rhymes I'm Spitting
I love the dough, kick in your door
I got story to tell, the world filled With hoes & Pimps
And I can talk About the ones I
on the 'Gram like he was that (fraud)
Baby mom, she a groupie, in the Lamb', swervin' with me eatin' gat
Big dog, real boss, make a call, nigga, you will be
Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter
A hole in the screen door big as your fist
And flies on the butter
Mama baking sugar cookies, we were watching
Lead off with the Cotton-Eyed Joe
Buckin' winged, and heel and toe
Hold me close for the Pecos Promenade
Big sign hangin' by the door
Sawdust
designed by fools behind closed doors
And another thing I won't discuss is religion
It always causes a fight
Vavoom
There she goes again
'How does she
I saw her, ooh, I saw her
She walked in through the out door, out door
She wore a
Raspberry beret
The kind you find in a second hand store
the seasons pass
And leave her life alone
But she'll go walking out that door
On some bright afternoon
To go and paint big cities
From a lonely attic
operate and by continuing
A parade of deception the game just continues,
How in the name of decency do they sleep?
Tenant enemy number one tenant enemy
steady
They try to cut a nigga throat off with a machete
I know my lil' bro gon' kick a door and let that lead hit
I'm not a imposer so I'm tryna find
in the mornin'
Welcome to Atlanta, where the players play
And we ride on them thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
Big boy what you talking bout
Run that shit, run in your mouth
Big boy what you talking bout
Kick down doors run in your house
Big boy what you
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