Lyrics:
be careful what you say on the phone
I'm 36 souls away
From givin' the mic up and goin' back to the streetz
What's the difference, I still eat
sending shots but
Neva hear no pops boy
Talking all that big talk
But you peak at 5'4
Thinkin you notorious
Performing as my hype boy
Actin all abursd in
leanin' hella hard goin' by in the car
Do the old school, do the old school
I'm from the old school, do the old school
Old school, do the old school
coming down
Smoking cali by the ounce
I'm going for the carty the villa and the rari private jet up in the clouds
Like we ain't ever coming down
Smoking
in his stories
Young boy dig it BIG
Became notorious for it
The liquor is cold
Women are gorgeous
My dreams were enormous
Now my goods are imported
the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand Mystic Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine
Girls
Meanwhile back at the Motel.....
im back on em
Told him to chill that was his last warning
Look I feel Like my life goin fast forward
Proly out somewhere drivin a fast foreign
Like she
neighbors
I hit JFK, I'm going back to Cali
I got some OG Kush from San Fernando Valley
My nigga Beezy on the way from 'County
We keep supporting, damn it, we
goin' up
Day-by day, every hour, we out this world
Fly high to the sky
The price is getting high
Please, baby girl, come take my
Hand, we'll go far, you
Niggas talkin' shit, bitches on my dick
Stay so swift, buckin' this shit
Beat made by Swizz, so you niggas can't trip, 'cause
[Tray Deee]
(Everywhere
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
Back in the days, my pops said "right on"
(Right on, right on)
All the street poets in the house, write on
(Write on, write on)
Black people,
Step up and climb on in country-rock
I lost everything in Vegas
Had to hitch a ride back home
The trucks flew by, one pulled to the side
neat
Mental stroke money and heart broke
Parents getting old couldn’t cut throat
lit j old way a notorious play
Old school lazy terror A big day
Vibe
Uh, chillin' in the 6
Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist
Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist
Stove a thousand
Do you know where you goin' to?
Do you like the things Warren G has showed you... you
Do you know where you goin' to?
Do you like the things
a screw
Hit him up and make him come through
Yeah that was three years ago but that was all for show
We comin back with a bigger and better flow
Half you
tell me
How you wanna hang around
I can put your legs up
And whip my tongue about
You cant help me this aint healthy
I'm goin hard like a big Apache
I'm
love it, no biggie (no big)
That boy say he get money, oh, really?
How much they just cut you a check for? A milli'
I'm going back to Cali like Biggie
Yeah, today the big day
Been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones
One more day and I'm a free man walkin'
Leavin' from
Sellin' heroin to his bredrins and dat,
Makin' fast cash, thinkin' he's goin' places,
And he will be straight after the court cases,
He thought
doubting
Though we had enough we survived it
And we keep on piling
R Dash been a lion from the start
Ima king among kings
My back was all on the ropes
Broke
the high desert, by an ant hill
Haven't been back there since¨c¨cguess he's swingin' there still
All this is a secret
As common as that dirt
We'll rely
"Are you looking for some good stuff? Get a ugly chick. Ugly
chicks can screw. They have to screw, 'cause they ain't got
nothin' else goin' for
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