Lyrics:
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
by nine
Cuz the whole time
I was 2 doors down
With a nigga that sold dimes
Free and young
Reckless but not dumb
Knew I ain't want no baby
Ain't no
right now
I swear I'm the truth homes, I'm that blue chrome coupe with the roof gone
Thats two-tone, I'm that dudes own talking on two phones
While
he don't sell his soul"
"He should be good, man, he signed to Cole"
"He from the hood, nigga, down the road"
"He was just jugging right by
need/ he was frustrated/ about his sex life n again he made that complicated/ by/ not payin his wife/no mind/ his fault/ n he left his chick/ for another
chicks used to have woms back in day
When a spade was a spade an Geminis were the only 2 faced
And everyone could have a laff at rikky Gervais
Don't get
she wanted was the realest
On the first date he broke the bank for this chick
just to show her that he was doing it big
after the date he had no money
these songs like in one day, and in two days
I gotta bring up one thing, you know, go back to in story
The day I did the 'Can't be Life' beat I tracked
can't be touched like I caught a cold
I ran out the dirt now they judge the sold
Judging the cover how the story goes
Built from the bottom no shorty bro
Pour two shots for loss Soldiers
And one more for the whole city
Other cities can't fuck with us
And if they do they so silly
Clocked in no time out
This story's dark like the place where this story starts
Full of fiends, and gangsters with gory hearts
Drugged-up girls dressed up like naughty
tatted ya my body telling stories
Grew up on the block smoking weed sipping forties
Bitches fucking (chicks be messing)with you but it’s sad cause they
dope that we serve on the curb to the booth
These niggaz don't feel it cuz we spit the truth
Aint never no fake and they got me to prove
Haters just
and protect
Reality is black youth is shown no respect
The truth is government has a war against drugs
Reality is government is ruled by thugs
With all this
to trap hard
Black Stones in Muslim garb
Leaving the mosque from Jummah not far from Minister Farrakhan the students of Master Fard
Drive-by shootings,
through the west
Ain't no where even touchin lA got me bumpin
Ain't worried about nothing
Day 1's by my side
Don't need an introduction
Hennessy and reefer
with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?),
them build up enough Luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
Look
I'm looking back at my old flames
I'm a keep it real, but with no names
Well some of these chicks I never got with
But they had their hands out like
It's from the heart
It's from the heart right here (yeah)
Everybody has a story to tell
Check this out though
I knew this chinese dude in
(Do-do-do-do-do-do)
Carrying such a heavy load, (Do-do-do-do-do-do), Yeah
And so the story begins, so here we go
We 'bout to journey down this little muddy, rugged road
of dope with the
Pump by the doorway
True story, niggas'll shoot for me
But I ride out
You heard more than a few stories
I wild out, throw you off
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