Lyrics:
Steady makin' melodies like Everett True
Black magic tricks turn houses into labyrinths
And your room's invaded by shadow hat men
The mystic macabre makes
drivin' by your house
Though I know you're not at home
But I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your
Twelve at night I should be tucked in tight
But I'm sitting on my bedroom floor
The house's only light it beams bright white
Tells my mind to think
to the party and Meek Mill 'em
I feel like talking my shit
Come in the house, acting friendly, you can suck my dick
I'm praying for some good rappers
allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they forehead
Stick your little 'kay by my taggin'
You can fit
rap million dollar hits
Soon as I'm done cleaning my soul of this old curse
Soon as I'm one with the universe
I'm done with you little fucks in this
to your asshole, by stickin a dick in it"
[Motion Man]
They looks at my styles, like a crackhead does upon a rock
and pipe to get hype, I got 'em dirty
the youth say, "Look at where I'm at now
Straight poverty, death is in my backyard
Dope dealers, get fifty G's a pack
While my teacher don't really give
of cards for touching little kids
Daddy told me not to trust a politician
But he never told me not to have tunnel vision
In addition it helped me complete my
in here by my lonely
Got a couple fake friends that'd say they know me
And they did once right now tho they ain't know me like that
Changed up for
are the casualties
Experienced by those who lived greater
I had to tell em my path actually different
Narrow as arrows aimed at bone marrows
They
Wake up outta bed lookin' photoshoot fresh
Fiyah bun many men that wish death
Rock with the set make sure my niggaz fed
Rock with the set make sure
Been infused by Craig Hodges and Abdul-Rauf
Examples like Olympic, Black Power salutes
To Panther troops, I saw as I pursued my truth
If racism is
Thoughts in my head
Of a dead body laying in his house for 3 weeks
Until his neighbors complain about the smell
Didn't he have anybody to know he was
and faces and words
The things of my past now a little bit blurred
Ya' see sometimes my mind gets hung up in the fluff
Yeah it's mostly superfluous useless
2-1, 1-9, 2-0
We all in the house and it's a Long Beach thang
Where I was born and hung out
To all my players and hustlers and gang bangers listen up
the shit that I hold on you
I took you into my house
And let you in
Like family
Just like a friend
I thought I knew you
And even more
'Til I saw your
in my mind, I took those mushrooms, I'm ok
Put that in a little salad, got some dressing, not on my clothes
Cos I don't care no more
All I know
Is
Don't we all try to survive
Find a house next to a flame
Cold in the winter of the night
My dear friend salvation we could find
When the days are
Lilac trees in summer time
I've waited all my life
I remember that brown lake house so well
This is where we'd all walk along
We've spent so much
trippin' like
Threatenin' me and my mens, tryin' to get the light
Thinkin' she be superwoman, or black kryptonite
Finishin' whatever you start, son
The best
Daidle deedle daidle daidle man
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of the town,
A fine tin roof with real wooden
at the mirror in the dark I hear her voice within the room, vibrating my heart It terrifies me, in my class I feel I’m free, but too quickly it pass before I’m
All the cities in the world
And so very little time and
So many different girls...
All you have to do is find them.
There's a wealth
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