Lyrics:
Charlie lives on Castro
Beside a vacant lot
He shares the room with a lover
And a cruel disease the lover caught
He soothes the wounds with cool rags
Charlie
He knows no fear
If I could just be like Charlie
All my troubles would be far
Away from here
I've been running wild for far too long
I think it's
Chop it up over a phone
I'm Wilson Meadows
I promise
I'm grown
Seek and you find like your home
You can't be stuck on your past
Don't be scared to leave
Showed up at your high school prom
With an axe in my mothafuckin' palm
And I jumped out the front, straight swinging
Necks and backs went flinging,
gym I got caught at last
For lighting up the courtyard grass
(Hey)
Teacher, teacher, go to the flesh
(Busta Rhymes liked to killed the complex)
Hey
the way from the Windy City
He go by the name of Phaze, Streethop Records
And introducing Ms. Monique Wilson yaw'll, give it up for her.
What if I told you
patients
Leave the long look up inside his eyes
I ain't gotta go and worry bout shit
Taking my whole fucking life by surprise
You know what we be on
Man we
Too Damn Hype
And alright
Now pump it up y'all
Too Damn Hype
And come on
Say what, say what?
Too Damn Hype
That's alright
Come on, we are, we are
Too
and truth
She was all you ever had
And the only thing you ever had to lose
With a juke box playing Charlie Rich
You're lining up your shots at half past
niggas be plotting to get ya
Hitta
Nobody snitchin' so when you get shot up
Just know ain't no one coming with ya
Hitta
Niggas be fronting and acting all
to get ya
Hitta
Nobody snitchin' so when you get shot up
Just know ain't no one coming with ya
Hitta
Niggas be fronting and acting all hard
But won't
Niggas caught fade in the middle of the street
Drive bys done in the middle of the street
Cops pulled up to the middle of the street
Yea yeah sometimes
sleep
That shit had me weak
I am the artist
Treasure hunting like I'm Charlie the Tarkin
Since days I got caught it
Raised by the hardest
Understand that
turns to dust
When the fever is burning up and you’ve had enough, had enough
Bitter sun turns it all to rust, all to rust, all to rust
Charlie I love you
keep tryna kiss on the lips
Said no 'cause you not my bitch
Light skin with a body
All white Maserati
Pulled up to the party
Took his bitch and I
How y'all feeling tonight?
Thank y'all for coming out to this
Impromptu-type performance I just set up
I love the energy in this city
This is one
a difference, I'm gon' fuck her best friend
I ain't got no piercings, my new bitch named Kirsten
Chop with a dick, that shit sing like Charlie Wilson
Yeah, all
, charlie this my old bitch
It's lookin' like everyone here want smoke
I make the box hot so yo favorite rapper choke
I make the cops run when I pull up
step to me)
Damn girl u got me caught up, caught up, caught up, caught up all on you
Damn I got some things tonight I wanna try what we gone do
and the pussy and the bitches and the fame, uh
(Biy-atch!)
[Chorus]
To all my, to all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on
up in the ghetto
No pigs pulling a triggers then standing idly By
Watching her daughter Cry as she Dies in Agony.
No pass for Reagan and Charlie Wilson arming Osama
No
black
Like a puck iced up
Dude all caps
Covid 21
Closed hand daps
A master
Tiger Woods outta sand trap
Dirty hands but a nigga keep a Wet nap
Hey
Going
but I don't make sense
Cause one day it's put the knives down
Or put the peace signs up
The next day I'm at your home instead
All for my pride
What we're?
Too Damn Hype
And alright
And pump it up y'all
Too Damn Hype
And come on
Say what, say what?
Too Damn Hype
That's alright
Come on,
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