Lyrics:
and turn around for me
Ooh-wee, let me give that lime a squeeze
I'm tryna give your lime a squeeze
(Lime a squeeze)
Palm trees, sittin’ by the beach
(By
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
destiny
You can stop by anytime
And maybe you'll find someone to lay some roots down next to you
Be more like the trees and less like the clouds stop
it's broken, I'm struggling with healing[01:54.53]I can't be sitting around[01:55.59]Gotta keep myself busy[01:56.51]Get high and just get in my
Lately I can tell that something ain't right
I don't see the fire when I look in your eyes
One time up, and the next time down
This may be
around
Next time you kids run
Through my yard
Go around
My confounded partner says
Meow meow meow beep beep
All they cloaks hang side by each
In they
The teacher said it's time to think about the annual play
To be put on next month and sponsored by the PTA
Most of you have seen the script and now
be
(Representing for the black woman them)
Right by your side when you're up or down
Don't matter what I′ll be around
(a true thing you know girl)
Baby
or a Beamer Fiji or Aquafina
We fuck around and be the next Iwo Jima
The tides rising at the same time like they synchronized
For making art, for making
around
'Cause the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in these streets
Glocks up, hats down, fiends in
the 'Lac
Bitch, I seep fine wine
G 59 where the beast's signs fine
Glock cocked
Got shot man at least nine times
I'm fine, light pine
My spine is
Teflon on wrapped around my chest
I do it tha best ya heard I do it tha best
Tuck da nine by my spine all the time
Stunt when I want a dead nigga fuck
some time,
some time to get away from, from all these rumors, I can’t take it no more My
best friend said there’s one out now about me and the girl next
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
get sad
Maybe my homeboy still be around
Had I not hit the nigga in the mouth that time
I won that fight
I lost that war
I can still see my nigga
we be friends again
You know that time flies by so fast
And the world is till around
Together we can make a change
Break down the sound of joy
you fine girl)
The way you shaking that sexy (ow)
Body shaped like an hourglass (shake it)
Baby, we need to spend some time (yeah, let's do it y'all)
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
fucked up what you did
I hooked you up with my girl and shit
You fucked her, every time you see her
You don't even say shit to her, you know what I'm
Now, if I call her on the telephone
And tell her that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear her on my door
In the evening
to the fact that I
Couldn't give a crap a-
Bout me and I had to turn around and pack
Up my stuff and leave you back there
The next day I'm after you like I'm
to move around more frequently
They may also have trouble controlling their impulsive behaviors
One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah)
Two
Here she comes again, walking right by next to me
Oh, she's smelling so sweet, so fine, make me lose my mind
Oh, making this man crazy now, crazy,
there the next time that you call
Well, let's not fuss and let's not fight
I'm sick and tired of sayin' goodnight
Well, let's make up and hold
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