Lyrics:
living that you can name
In the same breath
As them don’t tell me about being likable
We got 100 years here we’re
One race, the human race, one
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
The stories in your head (it's a crazy bald head)
Yeah, that's what got you dead
No way, no, (the clock) it's ticking forward
No way, it's just a cruel,
you walkin' down a lonesome road
And your heart is carryin' a heavy load
I know you feel like you ain't got a friend
(Feel like you ain't got a friend
bullets
Boo bo bo bo bo
I be feelin like Aladdin in the sky
Toy Story typa shit i’m w my guys
Wit the gang
I really am Mufasa i’m just in disguise
But
Yeah, yeah oh you gotta love it
Oh you got, oh you gotta love it
I heard what circulated, let's get to the bottom of it
I told 1da send me
know if he'd just made the whole story up, but there's no way you'd get me to jump off that bridge.
No chance. Never in a million years.
Yeah,
(Yea) This is my story, yeah, I'm from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
(Yea) This is my story, money, cars,
Here is a story that is bound to amuse ya
(About a fine young couple startin' out in life)
A dedicated husband and a real fine worker
(Who lived
Claude said "I am justified Jim, they were gonna cut me down,
And a man's got a right to hang some meat
When he's livin' this far from town."
It took
on the mic
It's simple to see
That all you ever think about
Is girls in the sack
The only thing you're going to get from me
(tell'em to them T) is a smack
I
said after the party
Oh Lord got me telling stories like loddy dotty
And now I realize
That I must have been hypnotized
By your world true silky thighs
(Yea) This is my story, yeah, I'm from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
(Yea) This is my story, money, cars,
(Taken from a news story concerning two rival gangs fighting
Over East-End Protection rights)
Along the Forest Road, there's hundreds of cars -
(Yeah!) This is my story
Yeah I'm from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke
To sleeping in Versace shirts
(Yeah!) This is my story
Money, cars,
I wanta tell you a story 'bout the Dooright Family. That soul singing gospel group from the hills of Tennessee. They travel in a silver eagle with
you would
Grovel in submission
To feed your own ambition
So though I can't imagine how
I hope you're happy
Right now
Elphie, listen to me
McKinley hollered, McKinley squalled
Doctor said, "McKinley, death is on the wall
Say it to me, if you got something to confess"
I heard all about
you've made
And I can't believe that I stayed
So unhappy for so long
Where did I go wrong?
I've got to get out of this
My hand is on the handle
We're
it going on, got it, get, get
In store signing autographs at the mall
Next in line was a fly girl standing tall
Singed my name and said, "Give me
more than fantasy
Take my hand, follow me
Oh, you've got a brand new friend for your life
You can win if you want
If you want it you will win
Oh,
The overtook me down in Juarez Mexico
In the hot joint takin' the pill
There walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
a cigarette
And then we'll take a magic carpet ride
Yes we will
And we'll tell our smokey friend, hey don't you forget
Because you've got to keep us side by
I have a friend lives up in Portland, I stayed there with him one time
He had a new a pair of high-top sneakers, didn't fit him but they fit me fine
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