Lyrics:
heard that my pool parties like Mardi Gras
I know you heard that my girl is sponsored by Audemars
That's why she always correctin' me when my time is
and seed
Oh
I'm goin' down to the dreaming fields
But what will be my harvest now
Where every tear that falls on a memory
Feels like rain on the rusted plow
up, slammin' Cadillac doors
Back in the day, when I was younger, hunger
Lookin' to fill me belly with that Rally's bullshit
Pull shit off, like it
so let a nigga know
One, two, three, it's like A, B, C
If hip-hop didn't pay, I'd rap for free
Slide, slide, but that's that past
I got somethin'
TSIt's that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
8BStraight smokin baby, fryin em up fat
TSAtlanta to Houston, we still doin it like
most anything but he's so unaware
For he's just four and she's just three and that's a sad affair
When the rain comes pourin' down and they must be apart
the teachers even more by police's
How he get that cash today his father passed away
Left him with a little somthin' 16 he was stuntin'
Al B Sure nigga with
Show me love
[Chorus: ]
We be clubbin'
Everybody likes when the girl
Shakes something
Nigga don't pull nothing (That's right)
We ain't
to live
Growing up, growing up,
Looking for a place to live
My ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
My ghost likes to travel so deep into your
the curtains
It seems I was uninvited by your lovely bride-to-be
She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen
But I know you wish it was me
You wish it was
on the elevator, hops off the six floor
Knocks on the door of room 604
Gets greeted by the biggest pair of thighs you want to see
With a pair just like a mona
Breeze through in the Q, .45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches
Get smoked like Dutches from the master
Hate
bounce it, wop it wop it
Girl, move that thang like you gettin' money for college, go
Break it down like you working for your tuition at Howard
Mama,
sure that it's real
We live in a political world
In the cities of lonesome fear
Little by little
You turn in the middle
But you're never sure why you're
bounce it, wop it wop it
Girl, move that thang like you gettin' money for college, go
Break it down like you working for your tuition at Howard
Mama,
shaving coke
Stay away from hoes, put down the toast
'Cause I be doing the most, oh no
But every time I felt that was that, it called me right back
It
the evil lives
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be
the evil lives
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be
man, made something from nothing
Picture working so hard, and you can't cut through
That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
What
the order to slaughter any ass like that
you know how the loni act off the cognac
Brainiac with maniac Mack 10 (my nigga)
down ta get this mothafuckin'
coyote town
And the interstate rumbles like a river that runs
To a rhythm that don't ever slow down
As cars and trucks and time pass by that old
shaving coke
Stay away from hoes, put down the toast
'Cause I be doing the most, oh no
But every time I felt that was that, it called me right back
It
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
Like there's one more move to make
One more road to cross
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
smile
And I'm gonna laugh like it's going out of style
Look into her eyes and pray that she don't see
That learning to live again is killing me
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