Lyrics:
They see me get money they starting to hate it
(What's on my mind)
My homies hit licks
Spend a lil cash and we smoke by the zip
Just got a shipment for
ain't non-smoker inhale a chestful
When I forget about what I gotta do today
Case of a random rap CD used as a doobie trey
Hit the end of the L and tap
I be shining hard like a trophy do
Bet on myself, every dollar like I’m pose to do
Sick of niggas telling me what I’m supposed to do
Sometimes you
tracks for the naughty
Take a seat on my lap
And let's get down to business
Tell me, little Eddie
What would you like for Christmas?
The Saint
He be
new life here I'mma love it
I ain't budging I just do this by my mothafuckin' self
See my mama raised me without no mothafuckin' help from a man
But
Please don't play with me jump inside the stu I stay for weeks
On my ass trippin bout what I'm fin do let me be me
Feel like a director get these people
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
And if live like the gold fiend then you'd do what they do
I'm on my own limits sold buck words
All alone in the ghetto, deep in weed, sweat in Jelly
to children
But it's hard when ya boy lackin a million
I'm so brilliant, cause I work the Eastside
And do the same damn thing on the Westside (West coast!)
said they rocking but they watching fall
What's going on I ain't fuckin with y'all
They'll hate you cuz you confident and walk like a stepper
They doing
wanted to break up after That
Cause I didn't know what to do With that fact
Yes, I know I did some things
Yes, I know I did some things
Sierra, are you
shit is minimal
I'm with my tribe like a Seminole
I don't do shit for interviews
Mom like boy what's gotten into you
That's cuz my brother keep telling
of that business,
They sick and tired, of holdin fire,
And they just tryin to end it,
So pick a side, you crucified, by everybody’s opinions,
And Keep it
one truly listens to our voices nor do they see what we're pointing out to you all now
But you can't see our eye through our eyes, you just see
'64 Impala
They greet me with a forty and I started drinkin'
And from the eight-ball my breath start stinkin'
Left to get my girl, to rock that body
They say you'll get it, but I'm obsessed
Do I walk steady or run with the dogs
Got my mind in a London Fog
Listen
When blocked by my thoughts
I carry
fool
What? What? What? What?
This is for my dawgs, I'ma light this motherfucker up
[Willie D]
I hit the block with that calico, bustin at yo' back hoe
This is my dream
It’s not what it seems
Some wanna make millions
Some wanna make streams
They followin’ trends
I’m followin’ me
I stay in my lane
Who
about equals
Or is it this different when it hits this close to your home
Ask your momma will the children suffer
Or will they hate us for our dreams,
that's just my fate
Got caught up with case
Had a deuce-deuce by the waist
Let the coupe ventilate
Niggas' don't ever really do what they say
They just
When it rains I think of you
When all them nights that I was there with you
Through the pain, why you do me like that?
Turned your back
But don't
What ever happened to Little Joe
It all went down so long ago
It never worked and never landed right
So why make Sam take the very next flight
You're
looks could kill you would be an uzi
Or a shotgun, bang! What's up with that thang?
I wanna know how does it hang?
Straight up, wait up, hold up, Mr.
Johanna, Johanna
Pretty women, pretty women are a wonder
Pretty women!
Pretty women what would we do
For women
Blowing out their candles
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