Lyrics:
Prayers to hommies still popping the pills
Producer they want me to chase
Want me to rave, want me to give it away
Want me to sell em ma soul away fuck it
the club, at the Shark Bar
Valet my keys, and park my car
No snap shots, 'cuz I might get popped
As I slide by security, givin' 'em props
First thing I
Oh gracious things
Why do you run away?
And all good words and things escape this place
Are these bodies to blame
For playing the Midas game
Everyday she walk by
See me on the same block
Same crew, like she never seen rocks
Chain watch, rims blue
Different color boots on, park Yukon
bring you flowers and things
Help pass your time
We'll give him eagle's wings
Then he can fly to you
Fa la la la la la
Fa la la la la
Fa la la la la la
Stay away from fake motherfucks like Mark Fuhrman
Got your whole entire "Little House on the Prarie" burning
Stick me for my rhyme like you stuck me
to live around here, down by the Neon Park
Now my best friend is my saviour.
Stand up little Jesus and take a bow
Stand up little Jesus and take a bow
Stand
give me a shot pull the trigger you're dead
Goin' down, you're goin' down all the way,
Down the needle park.
Goin' down, you're goin' down like
that I could
Do it, being that I was
A rapper or, you know
All these things and now, because
Of this Adidas deal
They allowed me a little
Bit of oxygen
deducts, not after the social security, and the
hospitilization, and the malnutrition. Not after all these
things on your check you say, I'm gonna give God
Blinded by the circus freaks
Give 'em candy, bread and watch them weep
That bitch is gasoline Goth Bop Psycho
Tell me that you won't go
Over to the dark
to do. She said, "Son, are you comin' by?" And I said, "Mom, I'm
really pushed for time, but I'll see you in a week or two."
And I was drivin'
Parks
Wrecks - rednecks - and Trailer Parks
Little Miss Queen in her daisy dukes and a Marl'burl on her lip
Tryna catch the eye of the doublewide prince
By your side boy here I stand
If you're looking for a lover baby here I am
By your side boy here I stand
If you're looking for a lover baby here I am
can't seem to wipe this smile off my face
Life's a happy song when there's someone by my side to sing along
When you're alone life can be a little
tell you exactly how he feel, and don't want a fuckin' thing back"
Homies all standin' around, just hangin'
Some dope-dealin', some gang-bangin'
We
Only ever had one good thing at a time
One by one I watched them slip away
Til my baby put perspective on these crimes
Said days never really stole
before my eternal rest
So if you have your pencils and your scorecards ready
Then I'll read you my last request"
He said, "Give me a doubleheader
through, gotta make the hoes wait
Roll at my own pace, nigga, don't hate!
Fuck all you fat-fuckers leanin' up against my paint!
Ice Cube, I steal a little
to you, turns me into your slave
Come on
Come and do with me any little thing that you want to
Anything, baby just met me get next to you
Am I insane
the wonderful things that you and I can do
I popped some cash and in a little bit of time
I showed some cash and the girl was mine
I took her over town I wined
lose a little, or lose a lot
They beat us by one point; yeah, them dudes was sharp
But I'm a sore loser, so I had to shoot up the park
I wouldn't
he hands me the ketchup
And now we're finally drivin' away
And the food is drivin' me mad
With its intoxicating bouquet
I'm starvin' to death
By
little thing riding by in a champagne Corolla
I've seen you 'round here just last night
Today she been by maybe two or three times
Are you listening
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