Lyrics:
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
then show it, yeah
Brand new 4-5 with the RIP (RIP)
In the trap all night 'cause my dog don't sleep ('cause my dog don't sleep, yeah)
Used to live
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
of their half moon
One buys medicine
One buys blocks
One buys sticks
One buys flowers
The crown prince buys flowers
His field of flowers is bleeding
Thе
You mustn't stay
Why would I leave?
Why are we here?
Don't play naive
What dear old friends
Don't we all live here, old friends?
Nothing has
yourself!
Cheer for each other! Because
You are all superstars!
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause
Live for
I am a simple goat
I live on the back of a pick-up truck
The Old Man tied me here with a 3-foot rope
Am I happy he don't give a fuck
He's
erased and then thrown away
And day to day we live in a daze
We march all around til' the sun goes down night children
Broken dreams, no sunshine, endless
remembrance
Or maybe we're all edging off the precipice
If so, at least we get to see the end of this
It goes up down left right
Simple designs
Drawn by
good between the tough nights
I'm still here holding you up, you know I stuck by
Even though it's lonely sometimes you know my love abides
Who was he? It
are so strong
Let us help you rebuild
All night long
May our love flow to you so freely
Yeah
Help us take action so you can breathe for me
We give
You can fuck on the first night, or try, in the late night
"Last night last night changed it all"
In the late night!
"Last night"
"I don't give
Look into my eyes and tell me I'm' your one and only
Tell me that you love me I'm just wanting you to show me
I spent to many days to many nights up
niggas like you
Smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show and prove
Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy
For every Hennesy glass
To all my
but navy looms. when
we say fuck all that all together, he buys up all
that sound. he's a privateer made hard in the
long history of singing cargo
up. Down a laid-back gravel road. We light it up and we live it up out in the country where we're from.
We're up and gone for the rooster crows
pumpkin show your scary face
It's Halloween night and the witches are out
The goblins and the ghouls are running all about
We can give them a treat
bro
Knock off the stare
Or I'll leave you stuffed like a scare crow
No!
I don't get scared bro
Living they're whole lives thinking it's their show
Yeah yeah
Aye
Rest in peace to the old me
When shit get real thats when shit get lonely
Still remember what you told me
Long live real death
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
by the wall!
You got lots have Potential!
You decide to choose a
Wrong judgement to live a life
Wearing orange stripes like beehives?
Come on man!
You
You can f*** on the first night, or try, in the late night
"Last night last night changed it all"
In the late night!
"Last night"
"I don't give
thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me
Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free
And separated from hell by
frightening, you know?
I get real disrespectful when niggas get neglectful of what we do over here
Highbridge stand the fuck up, yeah
Canada!
Uh, live from
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