Lyrics:
find a fix for a natural high
Man I grew up in the ghetto we was barely getting by
But I know you know the story you probably can tell it for me
No
ghetto stories by Boosie?
I can't save a bitch I'm knowing how these bitches can get choosey
I'ma two step watch me dip I do my shit I get real groovy
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Ek doen stories
Vir jou kinders
Selfs al is daar nog geen ring aan my
and buckets
Of dirty needles, whatever more tequila
Titans covered stealers
Less money, more problems, more realer
Life of a drug dealer
So by proceed stealing
love
Find your love
Running love over the sand
Make a plan overland
Play the life as a child
Be my man, I want you by my side
Read a story of your life
love
Find your love
Running love over the sand
Make a plan overland
Play the life as a child
Be my man, I want you by my side
Read a story of your life
this city off rock n roll
Tried ta ruin our spirit but we gained control
Born here lived here still live here
Home of the gator Al Wassam Cartier
New
the night time
Yeah this one is for the night time chilling by the boombox
Looking at the stars while I'm sitting at the rooftop
11 pm, thinking Carpe Diem
Holton Street
Dean Street, click clack
President, uh huh
Nostril out, DP's
Orange Al, RPG's
T-Town, who wanna ride?
Brooklyn, come on, come
no contest
False arrest like Al Capone and Elliott Ness
You better be protected
My barrel starts ejectin
Reflectin on your past life as you pass
the light of the success
Step by step, cause I wanna be a great
Esto no es fácil, tiempo al tiempo lo veréis
Este es mi arte, no me lo menospreciéis
I'm just
I Lay awake at night
I even scare ghosts
We're story telling with a scary coasty airy flow
About what matters most
I think I'll raise a toast
For all
down barrers looking for top contenders
the smoke cleared
al I see here is big pretenders
lin the flash I
look from the mistakes that others make
like
Dead men tell no stories
Liars can’t live in the street
Whatever plans God has for me
I’ll cooperate instead of compete
We coming for ‘em nigga
About your little dough
We know how the story go
I know just what I'm doing
And who I'm doing it for
I spit it real for my kids
Just like I spit it for
come without a tear
When thunder turns to lightning and reflects across the year
If you're searching for a big sky, under which to plant your tree
In
that big time
I talk about it, be about it in this life of mine
Been about it, homeboy, I thought knew
So look at you, spit the truth, [?] do what he
story bout this gurl i knew
since wayback in pre-school sometime in '82
she had 'em two pony tails and a front tooth missin'
wit' freckles on her
story bout this gurl i knew
since wayback in pre-school sometime in '82
she had 'em two pony tails and a front tooth missin'
wit' freckles on her
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