Lyrics:
I know, I know, Weezy Wee, this dedicated to my father
Rabbit nigga, y'all excuse the expressions
What it be like up there baby boy,
Aye this
boy
I know it isn't easy but he does bring that lady some joy
I stop by with a lot of love and maybe some toys
Soon he gone be running around the city
here? He played with our children
What, he must be kidding? Thinks he's prophet
But prophets don't grow up from little boys
Do they, from little
Dreams never died
Again and again
Again and again
Haunted by the trust of a child
With no place to go now
Little boy brave
Wanders the streets
They be like "There go that D-Rock Boy!"
Play around snatch his chain only choppa noise
A good guy Lee-Ray I'm not talking Coi
Blick Blick like Leray
right here? He played with our children
What, he must be kidding? Thinks he a prophet...
But prophets don't grow up from little boys
Do they, from
of my sweatshirt
Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone
Hit bound from the Mo-town allen
Fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon
I started out
is just one
More arrogant attempt by humans
To control nature it's arrogant meddling
It's what got us in trouble
In the first place
Doesn't anybody
Put away them foreign cars and buy the tour bus
All my niggas know I got them and Scooter they trust
I love my little daughter but these hoes I can't
a new truck load of white trash movin' in
When I was sixteen I had a little trouble with the law
He said "Boy come here" I said "Boy yourself
I ain't
-PRODUCED BY ANG'GEON EMETREA
Bike horn blares
[ INTRO: Ang'Geon Emetrea ]
Holler at your boys causing static from the attic
Automatic
Oii, Let me
creosote all over my shoes
I hated it, you know, now I find I miss it
Every time my little pension check rolls in
Course I had it bad, not as bad as this
packs an M-16
(uh-huh) Says the boy to the fiend
What do you mean? Huh (uh-huh)
What do you mean, John 3 16?
For God so loved the world, every one packs
stand
(I'm a man) Am I by
(I'm a man) I'm your slave
(I'm a man) I'm a little girl when we make love together
Hey, hey, hey
Jude, don't make it bad
Take
Little boys wanna bang but 'dem barely got a brain
'Dem barely got aim, but they shooting for nothin'
They rob a sister of her brother for a couple
Looks like we made it
Pulling into the station right on time
Oh my, what a wonderful ride
In Whitby
Got a little lover roaming by my side
All mine
We
As I went a-walking in the North country
Down by Kirby Steven I happened for to be
As I was a-walkin up and down the street
A pretty little
Boy, I love you
But you’re pushing me away
I gave you everything that I got
Watched my feelings walk on by
Ever get sick of trying?
This is how I
me? Why me? Why me?
Just the other day when I was rolling with my crew
Made a little flex around by Flatbush avenue
Calling to some honeys
And that's just how the thing go when you get 'er done (how?)
We did it son (yeah we did it son)
We was drinkin' Jim Beam by the handle (handle)
Me and Steven
savings account stash
And lots of other reasons to
Be blazing the loud pack
I get it life is getting hectic by the second
'Til you start to question if you
a good friend of mine a good songwriter and a great musician
Mr. Ray Edwards
Would ya'll give the Storytellers a little round of applause there
They're
and
Get swallowed into the dark, ain't got no other reason
Boy, if you do break my heart, Imma get Even Steven
Could you even blame me
(blame me)
I, I, I,
i wear em in the dark like bad by freddy
mettic mettic never have a job again
look so coon young ray robinson
burned on scrape dooks off hazzard
my
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