Lyrics:
the freaks
Eating boneless wings
Trop called him pederico
Pop gushy, pop clicquot
Puffin leak on the church steeple
Creeps slow on the Willem Dafoe -
Looking
The blue stain on my shirt shines brightly just for you
It takes hard work for me to swallow what I chew
Pick up nails from the hardware store
How else could you capture the world
If you don't attack from the back
To the million march
(Yo, Snoopa Donna, what?)
[Chorus]
When I pull up
[Chorus]
(If Heaven was a mile away)
Would I pack up my bags and leave this world behind?
(If Heaven was a mile away)
Or save it all for you?
Big Willie style with a chauffeur, you know what I mean?
Stack the green, read all between the lines (uh)
A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard
a record company, givin out advancements
Get my money back, by any circumstances
My million dollar spot, not to mention
Drive through service, Church's
Big Willie style with a chauffeur, you know what I mean?
Stack the green, read all between the lines (uh)
A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard
still holdin' on to my mom's credit card
No one ever told me growin' up gets kinda lonely
Bein' an adult is fuckin' hard
I used to think by now I'd
You work hard
Hurt my pride
I'll be right there by your side
You'll go and I'll come with you little baby
You'll go and I'll come with you little
the kinda girl you meet behind the doors of the church
You see, God will bring her to me so I don't have to search
Too hard, I've been scarred by the ones
(Here we go)
Huh, piss me off, I piss back
S-sixty-nine, that's a 9 tucked right by my six pack
I'm with my slime, treat a toe tag like I treat
Everythangs corrupt, everythangs fucked up
Everythangs 'bout to buck me shit out of luck
Everythangs corrupt, everythangs fucked up
Everythangs
However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it it hurts
Your body carried out the church
Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse
headed straight to hell
By the highway
No matter how long and how hard
That I prayed
So I might as well learn how to make
This guitar talk
Somebody said
Oh, the little lady preacher from the limestone church
I'll never forget her, I guess
She preached each Sunday morning on the local radio
With
Heavenly Father
I wanna thank you for what You've done for me
In my life
I try so hard to be faithful, and I am faithful to You
And my soul just
a ragy baby, he's way too crazy}
[Tray Deee]
What up 'cause? You know ain't nothin' different on mines
When I hit up motherfuckers with that look in
a family
San Antonio was home on the west side of town
Young Maria dreamed of singing in a concert hall
Past the plaza and the village church adobe wall
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p
Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast
The generals hate holidays
Others shoot up to chase the sun blues away
Another store front church is open
Sea of neon lights, a boxer his shadow
Let's have a little church up in here
How ya doin', this is Kirk Franklin
Sharin' with my sisters Cheryl, Sandi, and De De
With Sounds
pops stuck up dope spots
Big black and mean with the
Fifth by the gabardine
What you expected from his next of kin?
I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican
I
ain't giving up a motherfucking thing
It's hard to come by, and I ain't no bitch nigga
Shit been in some robberies and walk-bys
And you don't want
Yo, what's up
This one for all the dead niggas in the hood
For real though
Check it out
I remember back in the days
Wearing BKs, two Lil' Os
Tryna
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