Lyrics:
straight feelin' like Bobby Womack
Is in this motherfucker tonight...y'knahmsayin?
That's the way I feel about 'cha...hm hm..it was all on a ho...
But
words)
But he's talkin' about, "I wanna see you deceased")
No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles?
Still the only
like bobby Womack or ray Charles
Chilling with me fam giving good vibes to everybody in the garden
I mean the green garden of April that we all get
Pricey
(Hit-Boy)
Boss shit, your Lordship
Niggas talkin' yachts and some more shit
I used to run the block, now I'm corporate (corporate)
Beats is knocking, hooks is rare
Earned my spot, nobody ain't put me here
Burnt my block, I had a fiend cooking with beer
Like the Bobby Womack
at the situation they got me facin'
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the state
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watching, got
Dead crosswords puzzling your delf
See that's what I'm talkin bout
When you take the Johnny Blaze
And you take that game and you plug that here
me into this
My dad and a couple of my friends, they played instruments
And when we used to roll to school at 16
We bumped shit like Bobby Womack
of shit was never given to me
That shits a fallacy told by the enemy
Trying to get ahead of me
They dead to me, everybody dead to me
Everybody know that
Now greetings to the world
Gangsta no live in a tenement yard
Rude boy no live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su,
[Intro: Raekwon]
Fuck ya'll niggaz is talkin' bout? (clack clack-cla-clack clack)
Crunchy chump motherfuckas, ya'll niggaz is all pussy
That's my
blood-spillers, we guerillas (NIGGA FEEL US)
All day, right back at you live
from William Berkowitz (SLASH) Fizzy Womack Avenue
I send ghouls after you, trappin
on your balcony with holes in your dream
Or you Malcolm X'd out, get distracted by screams
Everybody get your hand off my jeans
Everybody look at you
Everybody need a partner
To stand right by they's side
Not only down through the good times
But also down through the bad times
Everybody need a partner
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
The fallacy society has rejected, I'm here to protect it
Everybody dies deep within this world we live in
And not everybody tries, but everybody lies
You
the feelin'
Bobby Womack singin', Marisa Rings gleaming
Hat cocked duce, puffin the quarter loosely
Poppin' the bottle and tippin' fifth of that to goosey
Yeah, listen
Everybody wants to know what's goin' on in my life
But it's none of your business, every thing's alright
It's not the kind of car I drive
Everybody know I be
Everybody know I be (yeah)
Yeah
Everybody know I be, in the club VIP (sike not me)
Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine
at the situation they got me facin'
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the state
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watching, got
mam"
You never said no. You know? Huh?
But, you know
Things are changing nowadays
It's a new day babies
Folks want to take their own lives into
This is my right
A right given by God
To live a free life
To live in freedom
Talkin' about freedom
I'm talkin' about freedom
I will fight for
South side, west side, east side, north side,
on them wires, on the blades
Everybody smokin' haze
Cadillac, Chevy, Escalade, and them Hummer trucks
Hey, you know, everybody's talkin' about the "good old days," right? (Yeah)
Everybody, the good old days, the good all days (yeah, the good ol'
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