Lyrics:
a gentlemen of leisure
That's in tuned with nature, hold Common's hand
I'm a take you to a pimps promise land
Where no man can break ya, break ya, break ya
like a whole pot of coffee
Have you and your shorty doin' 80 in a 40
(Chorus)
From the streets below to everything above
To the heart that
Good evening parents
Tonight I'm gonna take you on a tour
Where the bad little kiddies go
By any means necessary
Some things that you quite won't
judgment
Pockets stay pungent - ask him
Where the budget went
We got receipts like Jeats
In these mean streets get stomped like cleats
He couldn't have it
Good evening parents
Tonight I'm gonna take you on a tour
Where the bad little kiddies go
By any means necessary
Some things that you quite won't
tha hell y'all fuckin wit me fo?
Speed limit 30 just doin' 34
"Yeah son, where the gun?" It's at home wit tha dope
"Oh you a smart ass ha?" Nah that's
signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
to handshakes drugs for papes
Now I'm sellin' CDs and tapes
Funerals and wakes caused by greed and hate
A snake is still a snake no
Matter the size or shape
Those
all the proceedings
Are brought to you by the church house where we'll be eatin'
Chestnuts roastin' on an open fire
Singin' my jingle, where is Kris
on his hands, I can see the stains
My street slang spray like shots when heat bang out
Niggas keep my name in they mouth, I put they flame out
Where I'm
fuckin' wit me fo'?
Speed limit 30 just doin' 34
"Yeah son, where the gun?" It's at home wit tha dope
"Oh you a smart ass ha?" Nah that's my lil joke
Slob on my knob like corn on the cob
Check in with me and do your job
Lay on the bed and give me head
Don't have to ask don't have to beg
Juicy
it on wax?
I'll take it back now
Mmm, come on and take it back, love
Come on and take it back for us
Don't you fade into the back, love
No
I
for nothin', start livin' for life (uh-huh)
If you're having a baby, then make her your wife (yeah)
If you're up in the club where the dub
It's like
for the boogie
To the rhythm of the ghettoey streets
Check it out now
You trying to give me some Eight Ball
But no way
I'd rather have
finding
Where the hell have you been hiding?
We'll tell the moon when we're old
The greatest love story that's
Never been told
Funny how no one knows all
Dawg
Never they know
Check out my future
From the second league
They take out the streets
Where this thugsta dwell
All up in St. Clair
Hit em up
for the boogie
To the rhythm of the ghettoey streets
Check it out now
You trying to give me some Eight Ball
But no way
I'd rather have
Where streets start getting wild
Well you're moving on down on the other side of the tracks
Would you cross that line baby, there ain't no turning
the secrecy
Secretly beefin' me behind closed doors
But playin' it peacefully for the streets to see
My nigga, have some decency
Don't move like a puto
a crown
But where is it now mamma listen
Senorita, I feel for you
You deal with things, that you don't have to
He doesn't love ya, I can tell by his charm
They get permission from me, they gon' turn her with no ignition
King, double Styrofoam for the lean
Carpet 15, 30 grand in my jeans
And when I'm seen
call my name out
come upstairs run up stairs
take a bath shit stained underwear
wipe yourself with paper bad
little ass in my bed at 8:30 wash my plate
on the streets, cause he had no choice
And every day you'd hear his voice
Sayin "Jumbos! I got it good"
But he never made the money that a hustler could
Cause when
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