Lyrics:
late
Hope it gon' pay
Passing by we do not stay
Nostalgic shot to the brain
Brain
Head to the bank do the money dance
Only go out on a sunny day
Head
niggas just passed down
Pink Percocet, I can't come down
This a Water by G, chopper cashed out
This a dirty stick, know that we air it out
Slime got
I'm ridin' to Alabama
With my pistols out by my side
'Cause down in Alabama you can run
But you sure can't hide
frightened by what I see
But somehow I know
That there's much more to come
Immobilized by my fear
And soon to be
Blinded by tears
I can stop the pain
If
out this little voice
Running circles 'round my brain
Screaming louder than the pain
My head is spinning
My resolve is reeling
I can tell by the heavy
fast broads
Through the windport
I can handle narcs
When the candle sparks
You hit the ground
And I snatch the bandana
We ridin' out
It's Shady
fuckin wit a brand new thang
Bang, bang, take that, nigga 'fore we skirt out
Aint gotta say shit already put the word out
Ya heard how the thang goes
says
Neighbors seen this shit for years
Hopped out, out of range
Close up not a stain
Gut shot got him maimed
Shit bag potty trained
No time for a nigga
cling to the Father and His holy name
And don't go ridin' on that long black train
Yeah, watch out brother for that long black train
That devil's
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I could make a brick lock
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Ridin' with my dogs, that's a pit
I'm drivin' a truck
Drivin' a big ol' truck
Pedal to the metal, hope I don't run out of luck
Rollin' down the highway until the break of dawn
you heard of the name
Kweli the truth, like I'm comin' out the mouth of bass
One for it, one for out the grave
Niggas want they reparations, how you
the white, want the snow
Packs comin' in, had to get 'em off the boat
Stack a lot of bread, gotta keep it by the loaf
Ridin' with my brother to the end,
Well it's a long way to Richmond
Rollin' north on 95
With a redhead ridin' shotgun
And a pistol by my side
Tearin' down that highway
Like
that's just me, 'cause nothing ever is enough
When I was a child I grew up by the River Lea
There was something in the water, now that something's in me
filled with them Benj's
I'm ridin' around with the glizzy, pussy, come run up on that chrome
My grandpa fucked me up, he was walkin' out my home
He told
Carrera)
You ridin' ill (ridin' ill), got some time to kill (got some time to kill)
Stop by and chill (stop by and chill)
We can talk about all the things
the pen
[Chorus]
I got my eighteens pumpin', ridin' the five
People lookin' at me like I stole the ride
Am I a gangster, player, makin' them G's
finally caught it out on this floor
(On this floor, in this floor)
Baby, there's no hesitation,
No reservation by taking a chance and more
Oh no, because
like we partnas
Nigga we was lookin for a deal and you dodged us
Neva did call us
Where was yo promise
But now we ridin' by
(Listening to the wind
Nothing so blue as a heart in pain
Nothing so sad as a tear in vain
Let him walk on out if he wants to
He really doesn't deserve you
His loss
You in the office of the good doc again, let's walk again
It's like clock again, the hood rock again
You should pop it in,ain't take it out
That
bout to go down, who ready for the showdown?
Which one of y'all wanna be the first to get tossed in the tussle
Buckle, choked up by these muscles and,
the whole spot stop, been hittn' the ball next
Me and Darren ridin' side by side
Nate and Snoop ridin' one in front from behind
To my young homeboy, who
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