Lyrics:
To Chicago, bringin' the New Orleans groove
And when Satchmo blew, the audience knew
Basil Street blues was the whole house tune
It was music, great to dance
to 'Illmatic', to goin' platinum
Shit did change course since rippin' it with Main Source
Nine-one, nine-two, time flew
Out of the blue, time for a new young king
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
old to remember
Bruises too blue to show
Words too cruel to mention
Stories that nobody knows
In the Halfway House of the Broken
From where the Dear
a black man lose
They wanna see a black man fall down
They want more blacks to sing the blues
Bank don't wanna give me a loan for my house
That's why I
for them all
And by the model of my vehicle you know that I ball
A 92 but 91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash in the woods then I'mma
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
Keep shooters with me, you'll call your grave site nigga
15th Ave, miracle nigga
Get these comforters fried, come and get a few nigga
John Doe nigga, you
leaving blueberry muffins in her wake.
And one chore that John left her is pure joy,
Oh boy…. Blue… berries!
And they pick ‘em on Monday, sort ‘em
nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)
Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)
Locking open
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But something 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
Mob ties, living legend the live
That's what I go by
And the lean double sealed
Pour the whole thing in the soda
Won't fall away, my nigga
Pull up
to the hills, pimpin', loungin' by the pool
And I love the way it feel, of course, I keep it real
Garcon, come here yo, I'm kinda parched
I want a big Blue
and we stacked 'em up, for a house and bought some ground.
Traded for some cattle, and turned 'em out on the range.
The skies were blue and we never
Where cobblestones are gray and blue
And Spanish colored houses always remind me
Of days behind me like sweet perfume
I hear Havana's where she sails away
rocked a vicious rhyme
Like I never did before
She said "damn fly guy I'm in love with you"
The Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Everybody party down to Louisiana
Everybody jam (yeh)
Everybody come and take a ride with me
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Follow
hear that name and place a trigger to the figure who
It blew through and if ya try ta rip, I throw a bigger blue shoe to you
And if you take the shoe,
you
Oh, lord I'm blue
I'm crying over you
Härligt!
1-2
1-2-1-2-3
Just like that
Just like that
He walked into my house as smug
Yeah i'm smokin' on that loud, bitch its that home grown fuck
Watcha talkin' bout i gotta whole lotta blue money an it super long
Never leave the house
nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)
Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)
Locking open
of me
Legend status
Like John B
Built different
He's the reason now
Why I shrug at the thought
Going toe to toe with the enemy
On the winning team
Done
bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would ever thought that
The napalm would bust your
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