Lyrics:
abandoned by them folk killing me
Boy I swear, since my granny died, I don't know what got into me
I've been thinking of suicide, no Nyquil to go to sleep
No
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
abandoned by them folk killing me
Boy I swear, since my granny died, I don't know what got into me
I've been thinking of suicide, no Nyquil to go to sleep
No
favorite love
I think because I can't give up, the way it was
It really hurts us more than things that we don't say
I see your face in yellow every time I
'd rather smoke so I can stress less
I'd rather smoke than act like I want you
Don't give a damn if I'm the best dress
I'd rather smoke and get a proper view
s*it
if you were hater blame God I was blessed with this s*it
I'm at the point where I don’t give a f**k
when lights off a lot of ni**as start
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
got your back
I don't wanna see you get played by no hood rat
Dog, she ain't no Hoodrat.
Watch how you talk about her
When it come to lil' Mama.
Gangsters bangin, nuts straight hanging
Chillen in the allyway, signs straight beemin
Up in the air I hear they don't care
Get your mutha fuckin'
times I'm broken
Nigga I've been hurt nuff times can't cope
And I don't give a fuck cause my heart's frozen
I been through the highs and the lows
It was
Best thing for me
Stay away from bad vibes you acting funny
You ain’t my bae you don’t bag Ms for me
U bend it for me coz I make Ms come in
hood I touched am likened to a Teaser
Wish the list, no refund we ain't ur Teacher
This is likened to preach Three Peaches Family
Kayban Can You Preach
bouncin and movin - OOOHHHWEE!
[Master P]
I know a big girl, with a ironed skirt
Give her couple dollars, she'll make it work
I mean holla at me whoadie,
Stuck at a standstill
On the beat one time, come on
It don't stop
Give it to em
...3
[ VERSE 2: Scarface ]
And to my niggas on the streets crimin
and my dick
I’m deeply in love with her
Hurt when I found out
My best friend fucking her
Gates wanna get paid
Or I’m running in your crib
You don’t give me
Don’t wanna be nowhere if you’re not by my side
I may not be the man but girl, at least I try
I do what I can do to make you satisfied
I try but I can’t
your hood and I be right there
I blew my horn cause I don't knock
The only thing that's on my mind is fucking this bitch and putting her ass out
But
Big faces, I need big faces
All the guys sip Ace, we need 'bout six cases
I came up in the hood with the risk takers
Ran when the pigs chased us
Force plane
Ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame
Ain't cha?
Through despair, I traipse, bakin' pies
Makin' cake
Hustling them E's and that
Force plane
Ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame
Ain't cha?
Through despair, I traipse, bakin' pies
Makin' cake
Hustling them E's and that
you can point your fuckin' fingers
To say that's the bad guy
I'm tryna hit the road by tomorrow
I told the plug I need them things that can swim in
can tell by my step
I got Jesus in my heart I don't need him round my neck
Man this ace don't fold my life a loaded deck
Who you know, Who you rep its
the other side
I don't give a fuck I'll let y'all take a glimpse inside my mind
Enter at your own risk though, be careful what you find
I'm a grimy despot,
up, can't you tell by the way I talk
It's the bitch in me that dwells from my head to my socks
(queen when I crock?), pop any niggah like, red (buck?)
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