Lyrics:
I heard it crash
Nigga said I hurt 'em bad, you heard him laugh
Talkin' trash 'bout whoopin' my ass
I never let a nigga do that, who that
Get
just called me and told me that package just landed
And you can meet me by the back
Moving weight in the trenches my team getting back
I can show you how
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
have been getting high off that kush
Chilling in clubs with my nigga like God
Ey my nigga I'm Nasty as you can see/c
I was Born like that
Yeah
Next
Havent felt like myself lately
Honestly
It drives me crazy
Logically
I need to change things
But I can’t
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How many times have you done this?
or do I really see heaven in your eyes?
Bright as stars that shine up above you in the clear blue skies
How I worry about you
Just can't live my life
away
I should ask a choir, "What do you require
To sing a song that acquire me to have faith?"
As the record spin I should pray
For the record I
to the park, better spark
Bang bang two shots have a change of heart
I'm aloof with the goof
Fuck the boys in blue
Never trust a nigga never trust you too
Rolled
you more
It took me by surprise I must say
When I found out yesterday
Don't you know that
I heard it through the grapevine?
Not much longer would you
You won't be leaving with me
Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying
of the ground beneath your feet?
Well if you've been there, so have I.
Refrain:
Oh it's what they call the blues
cnd I've heard it all my life
But I'm sitting
(Let the BandPlay)
Yeah
All I need is one scale, a couple bales, came in this shit by myself
Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, 'cause I
cool
I been heavy shopping
Saks Fifth Avenue
Did it by myself, nigga, I ain't have a crew
Think that he get higher
He ain't got a clue
Bitch, I'm feelin'
or do I really see heaven in your eyes?
Bright as stars that shine up above you in the clear blue skies
How I worry about you
Just can't live my life
the raps I make are the raps you like.
The way Sir Too Short rocks the mic.
It's a one of a kind, rapping style.
Have the freaks in the crowd, going wild.
do this by myself
Promise to do right, you heard me but I really need your help
Before we start feeling blue
I'm gonna go through and through
i'm gonna
We the people who don't need fancy things and luxuries
Like elites do
Like elites do
I'm trying to wake up
I heard my mom was taken by ICE
And pa might
Knocked his ass out and kissed
Him on the cheek, uh
He fucked up just by thinking I was sweet, uh
I run this city, might have
Thought I wore some
now
I gotta follow through
She telling me "if we was together
I have to follow rules"
I'ma see you, when I'ma see you
I make a lot of moves
I don't need
gotta clip and I'll spark it at noon
Doubled my cup a I'm Sippin' by two
Purp in my cup to wash out all the blues
When I fall asleep all I think of is you
You won't be leaving with me
Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying
the goons pray, I'm knowing how this shit go
Real Lakeside baby, I do it for my kinfolk
Tell me what's the word, you must not heard, I'm stormin' by
across America
I gotta have it everywhere I go
Well, come on up in the Memphis
Where we like to say the blues' home
You see, Elvis picked up
Where
niggaz bird lunch
I see your lips moving but I ain't heard much
You see the wirst moving, it look like pure punch
I hear the playa hating but I don't
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