Lyrics:
on the Memphis Line
I sent my love a letter without no stamp, ha
And what good is a letter without no stamp?
Good-bye baby
I'm feelin' so alone
I'm movin' on
I
includes us lads
The myth that we've got a rocket down our pants
When I was ten years old I was bought and sold
On films, tv, books, and comics pushing myths
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
unrecognized
Nobody stopped me I was never surprised
By anybody's actions or by an ex-lover's eyes
And this felt good
And this felt so right
the tales that I tell so well
(Short Dog)
I'm thinkin' way back, it's been a long, long time
In 1980 I wrote my first rhyme
I like to spit a lot of game
But
many times you ran it back
Wait
You can look at that
But Im a look at this
Forever ain't last so long ain't that a bitch
A couple long nights used
that chick
One day I'm going out and she passed by my gate
I knew this was my chance so I stopped and I waited
I went and tried to hook up like sup she
gone by till he stood once again
In the government store down in Cherokee Bend
He was ten years tall and a Redskin too
So he hadn't much face
we're jab with the gift of the gab always capping
Mack 10 and Snoop rapping, now how does that happen?
It's all good, fool, so peep game if you could
the 'vard
Actin hard, not fraud
Comin through Po-yo gotta yella broad
Automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe
Comin through the boulevard can't rock 'n roll
I never
but I hadn't cooked in years so how else was I going to eat? I knew money was going to disappear, but I didn't expect my friends to, it was very lonely.
off is steep (Bye)
She told me to take her to Rhodes I thought that she meant a lil island in Greece
I forgot she belongs to the streets so I dropped
the beat that rocks
and represent man,on your person or boombox
Time is short and flyes fast
makes me never forget what happened in the past
But ten years
still
Even if it's a hundred against me, I ain't bye-bye, bitch
Grand theft auto, bitch, I'm ridin' in a fuckin' stolo
5% tint, best believe that shit
Yow Delly (eeeh)
Ah bare riffle dem dong a get kick wid
(long time)
Worse mi go get ah new ting from liquid (wha)
Mi have a 12 gauge wey name chesta
the brothers)
Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another
[VERSE 2]
Thinkin back when I was chillin with K-Von, but now he's long gone
So I
can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it
Let me outta this place, I'm outta place
I'm in outer space, I've
can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it
Let me outta this place, I'm outta place
I'm in outer space, I've
Do these feelings talk to you,
Draining passion from my veins?
We’ve lost all sense of play.
We’re just strangers passing by.
Bye.
We was doin
(Mane)
Chop samples and rock the crowd with the mic in my hand
Don't confuse me with the rest of ya list
Unless they been dropping hits for twenty years
I was seven years old at my grandparents' breakfast table
It was ten o'clock in the morning and I was having a bowl of cereal
And my grandfather
and tired of this acting shit
It's time I started actin' arrogant
Yeah, I'm passing these rappers like bye bye
Shooting these shots like a drive by
In my
know
So every year just about this time, I celebrate it with a rhyme
Gonna shake it, gonna bake it, gonna make it good
Gonna rock shock clock it
The Game [Chorus] x2
Yeah
I'm addicted to sloves
I can tell about ya pro hands
You know how to treat a thug
I see the fire in ya eyes everytime we
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