Lyrics:
same same ol' shit
Crayola with that played playa shit
Crayola with that kid crayon shit
Crayola with them ol' spray on hits
All fucked up ways
call me the comeback kid
I'm a hail Mary pass on homecoming night
Six points down with the clock ticking by
Come hell or high water I still believe I
Yeah, yeah
I said niggas pop shit all the time
Me I don't trip 'cause they know I'm never lyin'
Lookin' between the lines
Feel like Ali in his
Yeah
Hah
Yo
Ugh
Yeah
(Verse 1)
He went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
stuck with that bitch
But my niggas like yo FUCK THAT BITCH
Ayo it's like this, me and shorty got a kid,
off some drunk after the club shit we done did.
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
done robbed the child
From substance
Don't currr , fill em up wit style
Like hip hop started on trl, like wow
Took the game and made it a gdamn shame
the kids from the block but we were never trapping, ha
Just some high wild kids from the suburbs
Outskirts of the city got us chasing bigger pictures
I met her at the 'Burger King'
We fell in love by the soda machine
So we took the car down town
The kids were hanging out all around
Then we went
The sort of veiw that seems to want to be seen.
And when the kids grow up and leave us,
We'll sit and look at the same old view,
Just we two.
Darby
the dissonance
We were just kids, wide-open
Like a child, eyes-open,
Like a child, unbroken
By the wheels gone by
We know
Who we are
(In the fever of our youth)
later, goin' hard like we used to
On the dead homies
On the dead homies
I don't give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga
Our lil' homie Stunna
looked at the lamppost, the pump and the stoop
And again I could picture us kids in a group
There was Shorty, and Yeller and Skinny and Mike
I see right, shorty looking like she tight
She bite, let her give a nigga the green light, we might
What type of games is being played? How's it
took a pass like passing gas
I took way too long thinkin bout what could be
Instead of staying the course and tending to me
I played the game even tho
Olympic heavyweight wrestling champion,
Here he is, just a shadow of his former self, wasted in health, ravaged by sin.
Oh give us your testimony, dear
odd
There was no sign of God just to usher me in
Then a voice from above
Sugar coated with love, said, "let us begin"
You got to fill out a form
But that's the repercussion like when
Your cousin is cussing a
Blood and your by yourself
At the Compton parade
Good kid, mad city, life or death
Is you
and a half kids
You got the mic, people
So called street cred
The radio, the TV, the world wide web
But we can't do nothing with what you said
Sounds like
your seat at?
Where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass?
We ain't never left, acting like we back
You should see us now taking pictures
the only boy
But being with my dog, was my only joy
Like a kid with a new toy, I forgot about the grind
Escaped the misery, didn't think about the crime
What y'all ain't feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya
When half ya niggas posing similar, yea
Ladies and gents, I think this game need a enema, yea
It's
to them kids, I'm like joy
Every move I make like chess is important
I just went against the system, spendin' nights tryna reform it
Late at night
And I would always ride the stallions whenever she let me
I'm joking, I mean that thing is poking
I mean you kinda like that girl that's in the US Open
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