Lyrics:
Make plans with your crime family
Get money money, take money money
Get money money, take money money
By age 19 Tyheim is turned out
He ain't talkin'
(DJ Durel)
Yeah
Yeah
New strips came out the blues (cash)
New drip, I'll give a bitch the blues (blues)
We put a price on you (price)
We
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ayy, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit, look
By age sixteen I sold
of the Basil Rathbone
And the last disaster casting
Impassible laughter blocks my path
Blue chaff
Blue chaff
Blue chaff
to say, "Hi"
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I bust a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
I can't afford to own
When being young starts getting old
A new pace saves face or so I'm told
Be the new kid, on an old block
A chalk outline
getting jealous because I got it like that
Cruise by the way on my cellular phone
Spend a hundred thousand dollars on a brand new home
Dog in the front
streets, playa, I ain't new
Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money
Surprise, what I do is already legalized
Analyze what I toss across
Ain't
Sadness leaks through tear-stained cheeks
From winos to dime-store Jews
Probably don't know they give me
These late John Garfield blues
Midnight fell
Memphis, but she just walked up the block.
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone.
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River
just walked up the block
Raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it
Well the two new people that's moved to the middle of the block
And we're at the top of the town and don't you think we're not
Well we found love
Tryna rain, tryna rain on the thunder
Tell the storm I'm new
I'm a wall, come and march on the regular
Painting white flags blue
Lord forgive
headed to D.C. two by twos
Cause those low down, profound, killin' four blues
Lookin' for my Congressman to make it well known
But the politicians
It's a big job gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been workin' man, dang near all my life but I'll keep workin'
Long as my two hands are
(woo)
Big boy, big boy, yeah, narcotics (narcotics)
Pour me a drink and it's toxic (drank)
New York drippin', it's straight out the faucet (drip)
Pour
to grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Ey I got my pockets right my rocks are bright
The drop is blue n
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been a workin' man dang near all of my life
And I'll keep on workin' long as my
Memphis, but she just walked up the block.
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone.
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River
Oh, hell, hey, yeah (suu)
And it's a new celebration of this groovy
Better livin' (better livin')
Lifestyles (lifestyles)
Oh this-, oh yeah yeah,
ear
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
her trail in Memphis,
But she just walked up the block.
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone.
Now, won't you batter down by
hat tooken
The New Kids on the Block sucked a lot of dick
Boy, girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public
Carl's got a brand new haircut, must have been the girl's first date
Baby blue front quarter panel on his old dark green Chevrolet
Probably never
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