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pockets
Nigga we live
We ride, yea nigga I'm in the West Coast
Shout out all my niggas rolling up
We got the best smoke
Fuck all of them people that
Just

Where are you
Dónde vas
Vem pra cá
Retrouve-moi
Where are you
Dónde vas
Vem pra cá
Retrouve-moi
I was born in a river
Drawn to the sea
And by

time for the enemy
I'm too busy cooking this melody
I don't got time to play
I'm slowly paving my way
I'm taking life day by day
I know one day they'

HIGH IN THE SKY
THEY’RE WONDERING WHY I’M IN DARKNESS
THE CLOUDS ARE GATHERING RISING UP HIGH
A STORM’S COMING BY YOU’VE BEEN HEARTLESS

HOW COME IT’S

facing blunts. Ya homies face time
Bitch I’m a dog. A west side canine
MMM. Milly rock. I do not Milly rock on any block. RIP X
Bitch I’m a demi god.

meant for walking
You claiming that you fuck with me now that don’t happen often
Went from Aminé to OGB look ma these people talking
Money don’t grow

and I’ll probably stick to rapping
We could make a song together that will be forever lasting
And we’ll sing it happily as the people all start to panic
From

But I had family and friends that I needed to see
So I sent up a smoke signal with some green

And wouldn't you know one by one I found my fam
Everyone

on that dotted line had me sitting still
But a hundred K flat will get me out the deal, deal
I'm on the way with a check now
Get my dick licked on 26, West

Chardonnay
Knew some people had to part ways (swish)
But it's only for the best (best)
Ain't replyin' to your text (nah)
Got a fire in my chest (chest)
I'm

Check it
We don't wanna rest
We don't wanna protest
We want the devils in the west
To clean up their mess
This song is for all my
Real negroes
For my

I call a west coast chick, and bring her to the east coast
How the rest don't live, and where the weed still strong
She wanna call up her friends,

I FEEL WEST WIND BLOWING IN
I'VE GOT A BONFIRE LIT UP IN A FIELD
AND ALL MY FRIENDS ARE GATHERED 'ROUND
WE CAME BACK AGAIN FOR ANOTHER WEEKEND
BUT

grind in stock
Aught sneaky by gusts
Ever since I came from Jamaica always gettin' cash
All I knew is pies and that match
Fam all stash, West end king

hear sirens from all of the beacons
'Til they bounded by life, don't get lost in the night
Because many have drowned in the deep end
Bitches, bitches,

Rockin' It

Fearless Four

Fresh [Original Soundtrack]

1994

yes we are rockin it, rockin it... rockin it

Yeah! Hah ha-hah ha-hah!
Wassup baby?

You know par-tay people we are back again
	with a sure shot

screenplay Diallo or G. Floyd, we monsters, labeled, affirmation “I'm a king” to feel able, so many brothers by design grow & be an cbel, boys in blue follow

and pawns side by side
Modern day slave ship for the nine-to-five nation
Daily grind ritual
Each rides with their own private soundtrack to the same visual

only destiny
But I'm not moving west
I'm not tempted by gold
No villain trading soul for a soul (hell no)
If there's a stone, imma turn it
If you know

the corner now remember when we posted up for fun 
Yo that triz on its last legs it's close to being done 
First quarter come around I'm thinking execute 
By

more

well, it still gets pretty bitter here
in the winter
some people, I guess, 
are made of tougher stuff
climbing over snowbanks
to help out

You became a loner
I-40 West stoner
Spent all your time looking for a way to leave
Behind all your low times
Dark-cancer like a red tide
Running

brother Ghetts right now
This one called Good Heart
Big up all my good-hearted people out there, yeah
Stay shining
Love

(Sounds of the Sir)

Good

guest list, no line by-pass, no respect at all (oh oh, oh oh)|We don't wait, anticipate, the bouncer's at the door (oh oh, oh oh)|Ask us who we be,