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In '48 at Sutter's Mill, Marshall made the find 
A gold rush on a scramble west SF by '49 
Stanford was the grocer, Townsend was the doc
Geary ran

broke
R.I.P Xclusiv they aint know that I knew Shaun too
Young niggas that's when Murda stayed out in the park too
Maj was down the street I remember Cam

on the lip 
I double park on a bitch 
More than a walk in a ditch 
I need a new kinda sitch 
One where the game aint a bitch 
Do show me love when I win 
Thuso

all at
Late night in the park where we sat
Thats where I fucked up and thats a fact
She got my heart and whacked with a bat
Regret every message I sent

to fight tell that Pussy boy to pipe down
Say he wanna be me
I know that he want my live my life now
They call me famous so I need a paparazzi
I broke her

too basic
Homie just face it, life ain’t a walk in the park
All of your life you been deep in the dark.
Opened my eyes and my vision was focused
Looked

pimp, hustler or player
I make sure live me is a dope rhyme sayer,
I slay em, I break em in then take em to gates
I turn the game around and go to work it

Born to Run 
Music & Lytics by Bruce Springsteen

In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through

in this drop top

So you can put out the stub, hop to a park or a club,
Lemme know is this enough,
Or we gonna run it up

Till you tell me that you

You get on my nerves with all that bitchin' (come on)
I'm so locked in with my guys, that's for life, ain't no switchin'
You been funny acting, so

that I can go
Nothing Left in this world To Explore
They take advantage that we have so many years to live
We got plenty of time to pay for everything we

heart she consumed by hatred
Nowadays we live in a world of weirdos and fake shit
If I get a bitch heart I could make, break it or take it
I'm with a dime

for neighborhood
Holla at the PYTs, godamn you're a ten
Crusin' down Beach Blvd, passing by Knotts Berry Farm
Buena Park, Santa Ana
Garden Grove,

Had a lot of things on my mind as of late man
I wrote this shit in the middle of the night
Had a lot of things that were bothering me
A lot of people

Leave my 38 in the car
Let's change the law
My parents were killed by the law

Crime is way down, but who gets the credit?
Blamed for Killeen, but who

all the outer noise
Live inside the moment
I was never taught to nod my head
Speak when I been spoken
Left my bookbag in my sister class and niggas

park 
It brought me lessons 
It taught me how 
Cruel this world could be 
I miss my adolescence 
I miss playing in the back yard 
And looking forward

a big booty)...

I've been trying to find a way
To tell you I am not the girl I used to live in
Her hair don't fall and fly the same way mine do
She

What you know about blow up beds
Top ramen
I been laying down hot tracks
All in my closet
Spitting heavy bars
On the software like logic
Headed

You know what it feel like?
When you coming down from a high?
Don't feel like a park when you slide
Into the depths of your mind
I've witnessed it

but at least i got half
Half hearted don't get man started this beat ain't the time to start
We bucked bro in town and took a shot at the larks
I put

I live like a king in my castle all alone
I cut off all my friends since I'm ready to die on this throne by my lonesome
I use to struggle with this

I might get stuck up tomorr
Trying to get one up and fall
When my come up could ball in the front of the park/
Back 2 a nigga own shit
Back 2 a nigga

the moonshine

We park the car behind the barn
Feeling our way through the dark
By the creek in the shimmering light
She tastes so sweet tonight

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