Lyrics:
life is really something you get lost in
I know niggas that got famous and they bought friends
I had friends that only had half of they heart in
It's
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why..
His life was took at such
Another episode of a Doggy Dogg tale, you know me well
You know I'm coming by the smell
I'm here when you see the weed smoke in the air
Party
what I does
I ain't messing with you cant's
I'm a can do negro
A real life California hero
About six zeros at the end of the number in my bank
his sheep coat
Choco blunts'll make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up a trife life, the times of white lines, the high pipes
what I does
I ain't messing with you cant's
I'm a can do negro
A real life California hero
About six zeros at the end of the number in my bank
back the coke or the cream
Or else, yo life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank
Them cats we fuckin wit put bombs in yo moms gas tank
Let's get this
to the hills, pimpin', loungin' by the pool
And I love the way it feel, of course, I keep it real
Garcon, come here yo, I'm kinda parched
I want a big Blue
Picasso with the bars
She's well put together like a piece by Gershwin
Renaissance style, tonight is picture perfect
So smile, and pack your bags real
on a tab now she rolling like a baby stroller
I'm the freshest niggas seen
Whippin' in my jeans
Shoot ya lights out I'm like Redick with the beam
Life's
of magic
Because your real life is tragic
Yeah, you built up a world of magic
Well, if it's not real
You can't hold it in your hand
You can't feel it
all the girls go by
He wants a kiss
Hallelujah, he's in love
Hallelujah, glory, glory
Issos
Cannae
Katalaunische Felder
Mount Greek
on
They kept seeing each other off and on
See she moved to the city and you know what happened
Black chic with a real white accent
Pretty girl in
Because your real life is tragic
Yeah, you built up a world of magic
If it's not real
You can't hold it in your hand
You can't feel it with your heart
G's
Notorious label, the story was made in the streets
Now it's real life movies
Rest in peace ill Will
Let's talk about it
We the smartest not
of choppers
Carol City will make holes in you so big,
They can't be plugged by doctors
Nigga, this is the real Dade County
Where we are soldiers from
shoot outs with the police
It happens when you're raised in the belly of the beast
A chip on his shoulder claiming that he run the streets
A real life
of choppers
Carol City will make holes in you so big,
They can't be plugged by doctors
Nigga, this is the real Dade County
Where we are soldiers from
sacrificed the thug life
Diamonds shining ain't no dull life
Drop my top to get my mind right
Pull up in the 'Rari, loud pipes
Bitch I'm the don, my wrist
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
right for this occasion
Heard me John Blazin, see me in gangster flicks
Life is so amazin, hate to be paperless
Bill Gate in this, it must be God, I'm
May the bad be in your past
May the kids take all your good
And your wife have class
And you realize your goals
And what's life without grind
Those
I'm at the Rhino"
Real life, the whole fam' goons like Ralo
One truck in front of me, one behind me to follow
Lemme get a lemon pepper order, please
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