Lyrics:
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
qui-
Yo, walk with me here real fast, yo
Word? Right
Yo, yo, son, man
See them niggas right there, man?
Yeah, I'm sayin', man, it's about time, man
I don't have time for the fake friends. Fake love. Fake energy. Keep it real with me
Tell me what you see when you look in my eyes
A king, slave
come through
So now I'll go out and Teach this Gospel
Yeah I'm going on Mission cos this Gospel is Awesome
I'm gonna Teach about the Church so others can
you can't pay the fee,
Shout out my nigga fee.
See every mother fucker at the door don't get a key,
You outside lookin' in, so tell me what you see
Bessie was more than a friend of mine
We shared the good times and the bad
Well many years has since passed me by
I still recall the best thing I
DADADADADA, you're praising with the Cal to the G
You know we liftin up J to the C
Anybody unashamed wit me
DADADADADA, you're praising with the Cal to the G
a nobody, but now you famous now
I be out in Chi-town wit some real OG's
Matter of fact one of them had dinner wit me
You gotta play by the rules when you
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
about to come to the Lab-o
She givin' me some credit for clothes
That's the slang work for bricks, dicks
Analyze you never know who lookin'
It's
playing all these shows
As you can see I'm a mad man
Confused in every way, lost in everyday
I promise that I'm not a bad man
Don't let me trick ya, cause
even see all the time he's lost?
Do you wanna
Hear a song I
Wrote about you
Then you'll have to
Go back to therapy
Oh it's all about you
But it set me
Wassup? We need to talk
Let me light my backport
That's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown
Yo, I love Los Angeles, you
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
and keep it cocked
Bitches! Work your clit keep that pussy hot
Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin it like us
C'mon what y'all want?
Bitches! Work your clit keep that pussy hot
Cause it's all about the Benjamins and nobody ain't doin' it like us
C'mon what y'all want?
Niggas! Grip
adlibs on this verse, and Ima go grab my keys
I always feel like, somebody's watching me
So I keep my uncle by my waist, cause he won't play about his
That's you now, ciao, seems that life is great now
See me lose focus, as I sing to you loud
I can't, no, I won't hush
I'll say the words that make you
have to put them thangs on 'em
Still fuck cause ain't no love for 'em
Tell 'em come and see me, I got a slug for 'em
But then again I ain't brainless
on the lookout, LL made a comeback
Full of power, I'ma devour
I stand tall as a tower, I won't allow a
MC to C-O-M-E, C-L-O-S-E
Play me long D-I-S-T-A-N-C
knows it wasn't smart
But he's thinking with his heart
Plus they told him come alone or his mother's getting clapped
He finally pulls up, they can see
it, baby
You got a big ass bell?
Let me see you jingle it, baby
Wanna talk about cars? Let's talk about it
Wanna talk about houses? Let's talk
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
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