Lyrics:
[C-Bo]
My whole crew balling
Pushing roses down to the impalas
On a mission for dollars bumping hoes
You know my motto
All about the cash 6
Inhale
(Pull)
Let your mind through
Open the door and go live your truth
I'm
Rising
Up high
These heights
My fear dies
No one
Watching
Just me
Just breathe
on the
West side, aye, yeah, meet up
One, two, got nothin' to lose
Bad bitch, take it from me
Now she gettin' loose
Three, four, why you at the door
She ain't
stop us? Fuck the coppers, the mind of a kilo shopper
Seeing my life through the windshields of choppers
I ain't spend one rap dollar in three years,
Street
The side where niggas don't give a fuck
The side where if you come through fronting, kid you getting bucked
On your way, to apartment 3A
With a phat
By the power of The Living God and in the name of Jesus Christ, my Lord and Saviour, I make these declarations loud and clear:
1. My mind is free!
Mhmm
I'm steady counting down the days
Hope my blessings don't go by
Thanking Him that I'm still here
Cause plenty nights I wanted to die
Why they
to feel alright
It's time to do it right, it's time to live your life
Pull up by the beach side when the sun is out
We gon' party like it's 99
Where
mum's house, now, they're invadin' my business
While I'm still gettin' chased by these dirty little girls that never had a job
And think they're worth
is, this is
Listen up
This is, this is, this is, this is, this is
Oh, New York
Listen up
One's for the trouble
Two's for the show
Three's for
of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three, making us free in my community
One day is what I live for
Ain't thinking about no hope
Baby will you ride wit me to the east side
Pour a cup and roll a blunt so we can get high
Lose you problems in the moment we gone get by
Said we gone
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain
Boom boom boom boom
Boom boom boom boom
The ants go marching three by three
Hurrah hurrah
The ants go
Fighting with my brothers
Demons fleeing by the thousands
Coming to they territory
Burning down they houses
Army of the Lord
Got the enemy surrounded
A Holy
Fuck with a nigga like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
Hba shit is weak, you can keep that
Shit, I might fuck around and bring the Jeep back
No doors on it,
paper (paper), two, ya get some more (some more)
Three, it's time to put them burglar bars on the doors (fo' sho)
Five, watch for 12, nigga, they gon'
three times and I`m back again
See, on my way down stage they had me strapped in
But once I hit New York and they losened the chains
I went and bought
DOORS WOULD BE LOCKED…YOU
GOTTA GO TO THE BLUE DOORS IN THE BACK OF THE…OH MY GOD!
CARLY IS INTERUPTED BY HER NOTICE OF FREDDIE WITH A
HUGE
2 door coop in the back with lil mama
Smooth side we slide
She ride me like a Honda
Snakeskin belt she rock with that anaconda
Late night we live u
smooth as a hermit's cell;
Each with a tale to tell,
Could my Love but attend as well.
Dearest, three months ago!
When we lived blocked-up with snow,
When
embedded inside
When you listen to my songs, I'm living in you
Side by side. Inside outside. Through thick and thin we'd ride
Bonny and Clyde. Inseparable
Another shooting on the southeast side
This a drive-by, mid-day
Outside of the bus stop, by Fuller and Franklin
Or near there, not far from
yet I can safely say
I've never played a sister by touching where her private parts reside
I've always walked the right side of the road
If I
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