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To understand why we all dying And why my people choking'
It seems hopeless when you Making 90k
And they consider you a poor man Living by the bay
So whats

I started picturing planning, I started picturing family
And that's a lot from a boy, 16, who's floored by the glancing and falling moreover antsy
I

TALES OF YORE
Words & Music by
Thomas R. COSGROVE


In the woods deep secret silent way,
The hooded hawk and the hunter in a hiding place lay,

today. Boy I make pain say ouch how I throw that spin around like its bay blades out aint no sweat know you proud paid that rent on ya house but its back

liked the music
but he hated the (words)
2live, geto boys, the bay was a sleeper
screw driver scooters
traffickin stolen beepers
southern drawls
yes yes

Look the hoe can chill
But no she cant stay
I blow by the bay or should I call it Smoke on the water
Can do this all day
Man I think I got a writing

And the new house with the window by the bay
Taking chances and making plans
Giddy youth, grabbing life with both our hands

It's funny how people drift apart

not the type to be a one nighted
I'd roast people with you until they crying
I said let's go to LA
I know some people who live by the bay
When you go

with something
Hey she gotta be mixed with something
From the heights in jerz
To the bay with loose screws
Some of the finest home cooked meals
Making

gave me
Rome wasn’t built in a day
But you lazy
Flyest of em all
I got em moaning in Mercedes
Come from the bay
So most these boys play me
And not much

cause I be lost up in my thoughts
I done trust before and I been hurt bad by a thot
Had to cut my cast, too many niggas know the plot
Ask me how I'm

believe

But collusion bleeds through back alleys
From parapets that end on feet
When one is weak they discretely meet
They throw the bones into

Mind Our Business
Or Member Of BOW, shit whatever you wanna say
Boy we mob like we from the Bay
My squad ain't come to play
Save your games for

One bitch gave me blue balls, I think she from Slauson
Walking around with two dogs, boom, John Wallin
Higher then a blimp, leaning like a pimp
40 by

a record away Niggas know it ain't safe
Tossing Doo a set of keys got me feeling like Ace
They say I'm Hollywood but I'm still that kid by the bay
They call

rather Hustle our way Up
How U gone Rob the Goon
This ain't no time to play
We dont do minimum wage
We rather Hustle our way Up
I move that Work by the Day

Shit, I'm back from the dead, you niggas thought that I was done, the bay  need a voice to lead
the way, I guess I'll be the one
I Spit facts when I

attached
Say what you gon' do but when you seen me you did none of that

You want a ball it's probably best you get it from the bay
Sac is bout the pimpin

to fuck with folks, now
Cause I trust niggas, but I read wrong
And it's cool, niggas I know, ain't playing by no rules
Never should've shown you boys no

Wanted/Wasted

P.O.S

We Don't Even Live Here

2012

shouldn't say, please ix-nay
In case my laptop's tapped by TSA
Believe that babe, you ain't keep the heat at bay
Keep sweating al-Qaeda, I'm scared

inside of Mandalay Bay
I remember when I got the call
Had 20 sum messages from Jay & Paul
We used love to hit the Y, just to play some ball
Find cute

People
Diamond
Nemo

Took took a break from paradise
Bad bitches I ain't got no type
Young nigga tryna live my life
Wake and bake got me high as fuck okay

Welcome to me ship, boys
You'll find her as warm and inviting as I am

There's a wicked captain by the name of Maggie Grey
The strongest arm,

The Anthem

J Dilla

The Diary of J Dilla

2016

Yeah, yeah, yeah (28!)
It's time!

Who is it?
McNasty and niggas from the block to the bar
For the rimmy on the rocks
D-I we V-I-P, straight