Lyrics:
right
Everybody tellin' me that he's in heaven
He's probably smilin' down on us right now
But judgin' by the kind of stuff he was all mixed up in
right
Everybody tellin' me that he's in heaven
He's probably smilin' down on us right now
But judgin' by the kind of stuff he was all mixed up in
Niggas coming down pop trunks just slamming
Niggas hit the van on the candy and them blades
Niggas staying on me cause they wanna get paid
Everybody late
Niggas coming down pop trunks just slamming
Niggas hit the van on the candy and them blades
Niggas staying on me cause they wanna get paid
Everybody late
and my Dj Zhane she likes it when they say
everybody..move your body
got Whitney Houson boostin from Bobby
as I bus your cherry yo face lookin scarry
[Phonte talking]
(Uh) We gon' get it started, man
I'm feelin' so fresh tonight
Yes, yes, ya know, I'm seein' all the beautiful people
Everybody
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
Everybody need a partner
To stand right by they's side
Not only down through the good times
But also down through the bad times
Everybody need a partner
Ralou's brother, little Deven
Ya know I'm sayin', Freaky Taliq's moms, rest in peace
Know I'm sayin'
Everybody wanna live the ill life, know I'm sayin'
But
ralou's brother little Deven
Ya know I'm sayin, Freaky Taliq's moms, rest in peace
Know I'm sayin
Everybody wanna live the ill life, know i'm sayin
But
at the situation they got me facin'
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the state
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watching, got
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
but somehow I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why
to make a nigga cry
There's puddles by feet I almost drowned
Everybody talkin' bout the drip but I really douse
There's a puddle near me
(Puddles by my
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
what I got to lose
Put 'em in the vans I ain't talkin' 'bout the shoes
Do the speed limit, nigga, watch out for the lights
Pussy ass niggas gotta
solo, ridin' dolo, I've been stuntin'
No, hoe, it's a no-go, I don't want you (yeah)
And everybody wonderin' why he come around and don't say nothin'
What the fuck y'all niggas, ah"
Hey, you know, everybody's talkin' about the "good old days," right? (Yeah)
Everybody, the good old days, the good
Little Bobby in the backseat, I hope he's not cryin'
I know you'd like to be as high as I am
But you can probably tell from the writin
cnd by the way
at the situation they got me facin'
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the state
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watching, got
to live everybodies life but their own so,
Here's the poem dedicated
To the hatred propagated by the ill-fated
Snakes that's waitin' in grass
Those
talkin', but we livin'
These Chanel, not Buscemi (no)
Aimin' for the bail, then they sent it (okay)
Niggas duckin' 12 like 11
57 more, where I sign?
Sitting here wondering
Am I by myself
I won’t let it hinder me
Cause everybody has doubt
Mase said cmon
Mike said shamone
I’m writing down my lyrics in
ralou's brother little Deven
Ya know I'm sayin, Freaky Taliq's moms, rest in peace
Know I'm sayin
Everybody wanna live the ill life, know i'm sayin
But
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