Lyrics:
Because political power come from the barrel of it
We in a war, nigga leave it or love it
Since they got us in a scope like a P.E. logo
I watch for
Pink and orange and violet-blues
From the cloud to the ground
Like a movie - I remember us frame by frame
And that final scene - in a Hollywood rain
I
toast close
Because political power come from the barrel of it
We in a war, nigga leave it or love it
Since they got us in a scope like a P.E. Logo
I
bitch ass punk
I heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth
Real niggas, bring out the ho in you
Us pimp niggas get a foul ho, we chin check
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
Did they know when they told you
The passion was gone
Did you show them the way
Rock and roll should be born
Did you leave us with nothing
But one
the bucket
Well, will we endure?
Some want us to kick the bucket
That is for sure
Some want us to kick the bucket
We must endure.
*It ain’tgonna rain no more
clothes
Any witness gets a .9 cold, could do this with a blindfold (oh)
I'm that player on the corner lookin' dry when it rains
Pimp a dollar out
[Repeat x7]
I'm sing-ing-ing-ing in the rain ain ain
Ah ah ah ah ah
I start with a rhyme as I enter your mind
I hit so hard even Michael Jackson
word through desert plains and heavy rains
But they trying to tell us that the Bible's been corrected
I say they are misinformed and they might as well
G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down
blessed
And I’ve come to like your music, John P. Kee and Fred Hammond too
And I not only read more, now I’m reading to you
So to all the Christian
Take it back to the days when we raised us up
'Fore coward-ass rap made the game corrupt
P-Dog in the cut back to bring the pain
Puttin' wood
Eten nikpia, eten nikhuo ikhian le asefena rhie erhinmwian kevbe ibude gie omwan-komwan ni namien we omuen akhe igbovo kee ekpae afiangbe nore
yea that's us
High off the pills oh yea he cutthroat
I'm either fried or tripping at the utmost
Bouta go ot see you in a month
He out of pocket with
tired
And so uninspired by the fear
Are we required to be here
Please stop to feel the softness of a rain drop
As it's falling from the man in the sky you
People sing about the coming of spring
But what is comin' down around it's snow or it's rain
It's insane and I'm still in the same gang
The way
The side I love
Southside and it ain't gon change
Niggas like us gon change the game
With street fame living untamed
In a wide frame drop fin to swang
Head rap and thick hair
John the Baptist no Scrip-tures
Wolf Marro with the sick stare
Unclouded by hate
Breath of the crisp air
When it rains, it pours
Remember Benjamin Franklin or John Prine
Abraham Lincoln or this cousin of mine
They all made an honest living
Working for the U.S. Mail
For Pony
have both of us, and fill an empty room
What else can you do?
Down by the river, we flow
And we cherish our lives
Down by the river we flow
love is not
People sing about the coming of spring
But what is comin' down around it's snow or it's rain
It's insane and I'm still in the same gang
The way
(MIA JAY C)
Ha
Nah, for real (I hear you, JAY C)
Ha (ha), every time I see my opps, I'm gon flip shit (ha, no cap)
In the field, John Madden,
We were down in Dingle
It was March 2024
Started off our evening at Foxy John's
A combination pub and hardware store
We walked around the corner
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