Lyrics:
news
And watchin' out for me
On the freeway that runs too
Close to our home
We wonder if it's worth it
Raisin' three kids and two dogs
But glad we didn't
to markets
Whip up the soft in the pot to a Harden
13 grams out of 3 is retarded
Turn it to block,
Get to work and we spark it
Then the young bull flip it
He
that's all I request
I used to talk to you all the time
Always side by side
When we were each other's ride or dies
But now we're getting older
Every time
the end
Bitch watch a young nigga ball aye
Promise you I never fall aye
All of these fuck niggas talkin
While they bitch getting piped by a god
I can give
left a civil war camera lens, a bible, a hat, and a paddle
His desperate family landed west
In that bright young town of Seattle
Now Princess Angeline
Peng ting laying on my mattress
Certain man are out here doing back flips
Told her come around 9 cah I'm active
These times the girl your laying down
soaring,
In the world of play, where dreams are exploring.
(Verse 2)
Tiny jerseys, worn with pride,
As they dribble and pass, side by side.
Imagination
don't get testy mami tell ya peoples I got all the sets behind me
We surrounded by those cats that share they chronic
Why you wanna go left and test
Cook it up when I write it down
Oh, I was late, but I'm 'bout it now
You need that heat, gimmie three minutes
They doubted me, but look, we did it
to make a change
It takes two young hearts to make it beat again
Three long nights and you're on the mend
Living, loving, swinging, ducking
We might
we're walking these same streets
Coffee at Kean
Salads down by the beach
Reminiscing on teenage dreams
Are you happy
Are you happy
Walking these same
changing we getting old
But still forever young while we growing
I just pray to never lose my closes
You heard?
I promise to figure it out, that's my word
Face don't hesitate neither
All my young boys is K squeezers
Guess you can say I'm a great leader, uh
We don't do the back and forth sneak disses
Niggas
I'mma call my mom and tell her that we made it
Same city, young nigga bout to cop that
I'mma pull up Main Street dressed in all black
Kill
they try to be little me
Like look at me mimic me
Give you the mental me
Do or die sin with me
And it keep on piling just piling
We was young turnt livin
the ghetto
Is there anyway
Turn up the volume
Hear what I gats to say
Is there a way or there ain't no way
Everyday We pray for better days. X2
Verse 3
Head
It's Ladies Night, yeah, and we hype
Heels, shirt, tights, and a mic
Like three the hard way we're doin' it our way
Rollin' and gettin' funky
gotta know (know)
If you with it girl I know a place we can go
What kind of girl do you take me for? (Hey)
Promiscuous girl, wherever you are
I'm
it's absolutely stupid to spend your time doing things you don't like
And to teach our children to follow in the same track
See, what we are doing, is
the house of fame
Now we sipping champagne on the motherfucking plane
Cause they Feeling Us, they Feeling Us
They Feeling Us, are you Feeling us?
They Feeling
Undertaker, please drive slow
For this lady you are carrying
Lord, I hate to see here go
Chorus
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, Lord, by and by
of San Francisco, word from Peking
The trouble was started by a young Errol Flynn
Better in my day, oh Lord
For when we got bored we'd have a World War,
of San Francisco, word from Peking
The trouble was started by a young Errol Flynn
Better in my day, oh Lord
For when we got bored we'd have a World War,
not girls
Cause them young ones'll shake your world
I'm tellin' it like it is
Cause a brother like Mix ain't losin' his
I got about two or three
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