Lyrics:
real suspicious
But the dick is good, so they won't tell
And now they next door neighbor, Clarissa Bell
She been lookin at me, I think she wanna hit
But
Bitch i drip!
I drip like a fountain on your chick
Take a sip
Got too many bottles like it's free
Yeah I dip
She say she wanna have my kids
She wanna
upon the roar of a 757 taking the summer route. Upon mom vex cause little kids don't listen. Noise bigger than blockbuster videos playing in the next
I thought a father should be
I abandoned that thought
Like he abandoned me
By forty seven I was fourteen
I'd acquired a taste for liquor
forget that I got called "nigga"
On Twitter so many times, yo, I lived that
Now I'm just tryna find where to raise my kids at
Cause they don't want niggas
King Skie (Skieazy!)
Baltimore Ish
Shoutout to Young M.A. for this one
Fist up, for the project kids, wearing hand-me-down rags
I observe how
behind the head
Fire kid, bang!
Cocky since the power think they running shit
By the hour dissipating into nothingness
Villain up in this bitch, with
a luh dance for da dollas
Bottle lady i need some mo bottles
Let you tell me da night by tomorrow
Now I got ya girl tryina take pictures
Jus to get next
knockedy knock
c taping on my door
I look a wreck, and haven't swept the floor
Through the peep hole, see a friendly face
Bottle of wine, and dya have some
All I gotta do is,
Simply make the greatest masterpiece ever conceived by human students
Once I am convinced that the kid's been inside the laborious
(Right now, right now)
(Right now, right now)
(Yeah)
(Jean, wake up)
Can't go out no more
Yeah, the party next door
Svedka bottles empty, yeah
the door man
Playin' with switchblades and matches
Pick pocketin' the cash and the plastic
Gettin' high out back by the trashcans
Tryin' to get
I was fairly drunk when it
Began and I took out my bottle and used it
Along the way i was reading
A week or two after
Kandel and I did not look quite
Yeah, just kids
1987, two door Civic, with a stick shift
Parked next to a rusted out old Chevy
With a lift kit, high school parking lot
Full
numb and it turns to a mute
The people will drag me by my feet, will drag me through the streets
Where all the kids will meet
And the president's gonna
I've been drinkin' to long
Can't figure out just what went wrong
cnd there's bottles on the floor
Couldn't even find the bedroom door
I try to call
The Prince of the 269
And you're no doctor, I tell you, I get mad chill
Had to listen to baby, I tell you, I go right trill
Knock at the door, I ran
baby making
Gotta chop that freak sitting next to me
Bitch look like some nialating
Hey sunday morning 'round eleven roll by interupting in
compton is my city
Run up in they shit snatching hoes, like baby are you with me
Kid F, hit ya friend next, fuck her boyfriend
Bet that nigga get his chin
be something more
I can't go on being the girl next door
Double trouble, it's you and me (oo, oo)
We sat around and watched the years go by (years go
why can't you keep your promises no more?
Say you'll be home by 12 come strolling in at 4
Out with the girls but leaving with the boy next door
Can you
yo son did you see that kid yo?
Yo, yo, chill out man, chill out
Yo son did you, yo son he pulled it out"
Five digits cock biddy nine milli
One
Stop touching the fucking door man
You so fucking paranoid man
What's the matter wit' you man?
It's like a nigga could write for hours
And get
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
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