Lyrics:
the gaps in the stars all by yourself
And who has time in this world of worries,
Drives you crazy makes you mad,
When you make the mistake just a little
personal baby -- fuck you, pay me!
Ain't nuttin but ladies in my dark blue Mercedes
With the Parabas kit, got niggaz mad as shit
No we never sip unless
We go back like four flats on the Cadillac
Nigga, you ain't never been to a hood day
You don't know Ice Cube, today was a good day
You ain't never
I'm an official mack, Lex coupe triple black
Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche
My destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die, he
by the way
Yo Young, Jeezy, Jizzle, Snowman
We gotta give the streets what they want man
Fuck the god damn sheet man
You gotta get it in bruh
happened, I still had to wait
I didn't get paid til eighty-eight
I made nine albums in nine years
I'm a true blue West coast pioneer
Dr. Dre, Ice
lightly begins to rain screams of terror
Are hidden by the passing trains
This can't be little Shane, his uncle cried
As he drops to his nephew's
wrote it myself by the way (amen)
Yo Young, Jeezy (amen)
Jizzle, Snowman (amen)
We gotta give the streets what they want man (amen)
Fuck the god damn
Ordering a cold sundae with chocolate syrup and cream
Waiting for Sunday now filling all the ice boxes with Reem
Pressing them they might explode
but somehow I got by
Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they
call it Larry Birds
I got some shit on me like I'm toting turds
My niggas catchin' more cases than law firms
Stop bein' aggy, blue faces on my nerves
I did 'bout twice
Multiply that by the battles that we popped each night
That equals out to a celebration
Bitches more ice
Make a toast
Got my homies working hard we ain't gone lose
The Rolls Royce and The Bentley coupe we gone choose
They see us walking by haters hit snooze
Then got
African forest, Sahara Desert
What should I do about ice cold dessert
Great blue whale and African lion
Don't make me envy
'Cause they are sides of coin
But
blue
I'm cooler than you
She wan do a xan
I hit up my mans
Now we get we go to the sky
Ask and I'll supply
Would you like if
If I'm coming by I'll
she get money
Hundreds on hundreds and blues on blues
Can't go to sleep cause you snooze and you lose
Im touching commas while under the moon
Gotta
You can tell how she act by who she hang with
Short dress long legs shorty dangerous
She be killing it and I'm the Killer type
Soft top blue paint
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
team, and I love it by all means
Let me tell you something
You should know I been about you
Every time I think of you I think about them blues
Running up
Shots by the twos
Molly pop in blues
Cop some brand shoes
I rock 'em loose
Bust the trigger shoot
Watch a nigga lose
I talk in truths
Drop some
bothered
I'm so used to the blues of living our teenage years
Eyes ice blue, six foot two, no I won't be tired
Of the way that we sway through the city, I'm
bothered
I'm so used to the blues of living our teenage years
Eyes ice blue, six foot two, no I won't be tired
Of the way that we sway through the city, I'm
been playing by my rules
Praying to my God so I can win no I cant lose (Praying I been praying)
Aint feeling the same I just been dealing with my blues
I like my hoes by the two's when I dig 'em out,
Couple racks, I made room for a big amount,
They had us in the first half we winnin' now,
Now my
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