Lyrics:
love the way a rock and that's why I ain't ever drop the motherfucking ball.
I wanna be loved by you
I don't think that I could without you in my life
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
tryin' to steal all my crops
Or could it be the one that sold the hydroponic rocks
Or is it that one claimin' he had the power
Tryin' to grow herb but
11 testin' in tha glass house
Straight twamped out 'cause hang gotta Caddy on them thangs
Wit a phat-ass TV, so at age 9 I wanted that to be me
And now
just engraved it, small, right on the outside of the barrell
couldn't really notice it unless you looked close like choaclate goes
right by the light
they'd rather get a drag than a job[00:42.24]But change is what we need so society can breathe a breath of fresh air by knowing our kids care about going
let's get doe
If you a soldier, let's get low
But keep it gangsta anyway ya go
I'll ride with my brothas, die with my brothas
Drive by pull
ain't no love
Ain't no love in this game
I used to hustle street corners back in 1986
Slangin Yayo by the dub, me and E-Bay in the mix
Only
let's go
Where we goin'
Westward ho
[Mack 10:]
A nigga gots to get chose it's a house full of hoes
I suppose at least one of those want
Mister flossy
Changing diapers all day
Mm mm that’s not me
Cleaning the house
Mm mm that’s not me
Doing all the laundry
Oh no no that’s not me
Cleaning up after
If the heat is on, I gotta freeze up by a nigga
Shitty hit da fans from da hands, sqeeze da trigga
ATAK OF DA BAL-HEDZ! sleep if ya wanna
Bets
Yeah, yeah, yeah, see'mon, uh, to the westside,
yeah, see'mon, to the eastside,
see'mon see'mon, to the northside,
yeah Fat Joe in the house
Raising Cane's
They trippin', the grass too high
I don't never be at the house in Memphis (why?)
I done outgrew the city (yeah)
Swapped out the digits,
Like Malcolm said it I gotta get it by any means
Coming from a place gunshots wake you up out your sleep
Trying to make it global its niggas dying
of the have-nots, gettin' harrassed by them damn cops
Wrong color on the wrong street, nigga that'll get ya' man popped
Most of us are in a bad mood, hit the weed
wave now they on them escalators
I'm solid as a rock neva been a trader
I teller bout my stocks and she say ooh that shit so player
I new she was
still I wanna lay low
I run the beef still you heard of Diego
Opp's out Glock's out pop out rock out
I don't do drive by's I really hop out
I'm
We need no walls around our cities
Or our country, or earth
And there's no time for self-pity
Cry the beloved land, we don't bow to demands
Our
bought a house in cash and you can’t even rent it, woah
Celebrate so much we buying champagne by the case now
Give my circle bags, can’t let the money go
it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in the trunk
Jimi wit the semi
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in
Grandma house is day care
We ain't have no day care
Punk as police come around
You know the never play fair
Caught us by inches
By selling crack by
moving through the city
With a lot on my top
Couple knots couple rocks
Pocket watch
Rocket pop
Fye fye fye
Folding stock
Fuck the laws
Fuck the cops
It get
grabbing life by the throat
Got dreams I try not to doze
Bonjour am high as the Eiffel
Held my city down centre left right
In spite of the tough shit that I
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