Lyrics:
below the bridge
A little short on food that's all
Now I gotta get Marie some kind of coat
We're headed down into fall
I used to play the mouth harp
lighter, they lured him out from
The Lute and brought him down to Robert's.
And then he said, "Set him up!", cous's payin' for.
And then the 800 dollars,
I fall to pieces
Each time I see you there
And I miss all our secrets
So tell me how you've been
Lucchese the boots, check (check)
You can
brought up?
It don't matter as long as you get where you're goin'
'Cause none of this shit's gonna mean shit where we're goin'
They tell you to stop, but
brought up?
It don't matter as long as you get where you're goin'
'Cause none of this shit's gonna mean shit where we're goin'
They tell you to stop, but
People watch you from the side
They can’t look you in your eyes
Don’t get shook up, boy just cook up, man up
You goin' get this right
Down and dirty
Get up
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
Gettin', his little dick sucked by the, clucks
And will he do dirt? Fool oh please
Little locs are harder then the O-G's
You fall to the ground and beg
a left on Colton
Right on Hoover
E where we goin'?
He didn't even answer that
Checked the rear view
They were still out back
Where were these
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
to be
Hell there's a kid down by the dump there, ought to be in grade school somewhere
Now he hangs out with me, now I told him
Keep yourself
stolen (ain't been stolen long)
Looked like hell but felt like home to me
Eagles got us down to California (songs we're singing on)
Beach Boys got us
right out the sky go bad
From outta nowhere, you might find your career
Come to it, and I was like (oh, yeah)
See us come to award shows we're like
learn to do
So we're led by denial like lambs to the slaughter
Serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water
And the old farm road's
television
(Huh?) Goin' live like the TV
(Huh?) Don't watch me, just watch the TV
Wait, I say ok, ok, ok, ok
If they see me fall like OJ
They be toastin' Rosé
believe they'd stop our happiness
By trying to pull us down with such a mess
Why can't they let us live just like the rest
And keep us out of all of this
The wind commenced to blow, and the rain began to fall,
Hit looked, by grab, like we was goin' to lose 'em all.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
[Master P]
Can't stop til the tanks on the wall
Cause we made men and we goin ball til we fall
We can't stop til our tank's on the wall
Cause we made
doin'
He just laughed and he said get together boy, and fall on by the house
Some Gonzo buddies would like to play anything your's picking now
California
Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer
Up in the mountains, down by the ocean
Where it don't matter, long as we're goin'
Yeah, I got a Chevy, she
slang shots
Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
and Danny Boy was on it
This was the moment I feared
"Ayo, what the fuck's goin on here?
What you doin' to my girl homeboy?"
This was the moment I
The festival was over, the boys were all plannin' for a fall
The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall
The curfew had been lifted
that's right, boy, PE in full effect, boy, to the year 2000, yo
Stop, look, what's that sound? (come on, sing it)
Everybody knows what's goin' down
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