Lyrics:
and pickin' up tags off the flo'
Bag full of clothes I remember havin' rocks in the hall
On the corner with the Glock by the balls
Servin' up a jab
Pleasantville, Sugar Land
UGK, Ghetto Boyz
I keep it trill and I stay street
20 ounce so I dunk a deuce and I
Chuck the deuce when I'm slidin' by
Smokin' kush,
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin' with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
khaki suit"
Well, one day, up the Avenue
There was a man, surrounded by the Dogg Pound crew
He said ah, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all!
bitches that was hard to fuck
I came up, it was hardly luck
Just left Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK
What a day, what a day
Back when my
dressed in rags
Pick up the pieces and lower the flags
I'm goin' to Woodstock, it's the Aquarian Age
Then I'll go to Altamont and sit near the stage
Put
E too bitter to speak oo yeah
Yeah I goes by name Mr. Fluetnzy
The money plenty you know
Straight I see you
Shoutout to Young G
Big up you my nigga
at stake
But one of the warriors flouted the rules
And with cunning and guile had the other one fooled
As he held up his hands in a gesture of peace
at stake
But one of the warriors flouted the rules
And with cunning and guile had the other one fooled
As he held up his hands in a gesture of peace
servant Son
I was weighed down by my past He lifted up all of my burdens
Telling my story to free you from bondage and all of the hurting
Yeah Yeah Yeah
out the Book of Job
The aim’s to clip cast a nеt strings attached
Hell’s bells toll when you
Let your dreams lapse
On the quest for greenbacks where
And that gal he was with come running up too
And proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoe
I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that
on my hands, sun in my eyes
I wake up from a day dream singing lullabies
Am I the black sheep or the
Star on the moonless night
Cast me out or wish upon
a tragic
I got the keys to run this shit but you can have it
Got my wand, in my hand, I cast magic
Money and my happiness, I gotta have it
I can get it by
of the hoes
I'm done being a villain, you been fucking on my bros
We came from rags to riches, why we smoking all this dope
Girl get up off that pole, put them
Ooh boy I love you so (Yeah)
Never ever ever gonna let you go(Yeah, saved by the beats nigga)
Once I get my hands on you(7282, Yeah 7282)
Ooh boy I
to the uttermost,
And give his child a better bringing-up
Than his had been, or hers a wish renew'd,
When two years after came a boy to be
The rosy idol of her
it can't deny it in the tiots was a looter
Used to hang with drive by shooters, stick 'em up for Honda scooters
Never was a scholar, make you throw
my beats til I spazzed on them where to cast
Now everybody showin' up once you don't need they ass
When everybody showed face before you had a bag
Get
factual
Done fell asleep with the money, I'm counting up
I feel good, but alone in this rag and bone
You got some dope with the mine', go and hand me some
a faith
Lost without a trace
Crippled by the tools
Made by the hands of fools
Start the fire
And cast the first stone
"Teach me", said the God
breaks it
To the ones that need it right now.
Collecting pieces
Of burned up pages
Form new beginnings
Cast them into stone just to mark the unknown
Your
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