Lyrics:
lost time that I can’t get back
Had to make a few moves on the back roads
From the back streets
To the backroads
Baby come on home
Wait for me
gender
And somehow come together to find
Solutions for a broken planet
We have the resources as a
Civilization to find a utopia
But we’re led by the most
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
calls with shotguns and loaded glocks
Gold and platinum plaques back to back cause we sold a lot
Everyday I come home with more than I left with
Writin
met me"
You knew I was a hustler by nature
You gon' always come second when
It come to gеttin' paper
You complain about the time wе don't spend
But I
blown
Stay with the army, I ain't comin' alone
I ain't comin' alone
Hand by the 9, boy come for the throne
I might just cop me a benz
They know I'm
sky Benz and beauty got me feelin' real fye
Oh yeah
Let me show you how far and high
We can fly we can link side to side
Come by yeah yeah
(Ooo yeah
SB dunks, five seven five jeans
5000 dollars on my fuckin' wallet chain
I be wilin' man, I'm a island man
There ain't nothin' else by me, man (Ha,
Don't get frustrated, it's complicated, he always with his friends
Look, there he go, by himself, slippin', he in that Benz
(Nigga, get out the car, you
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
phone, tell her bring that bitch out cocked, then my mama will (come on)
I was eighteen, my OG seen me hop out the Benz or a Bonneville (bah)
I bought
Gone come through in the Benz
These niggas know I don't really
Even can trust my friends
Cause you will commit 'em homie
If we commitin' them sins
How I
them other dudes
I see my niggas scramble chickens by the twos
He talking like a hoe and valeting the Benz
She acting like a bitch while I'm takin'
autumn afternoon to fall in love with you
The Benz is butter beige
I whip that Benz like "what a slay"
Got that good good
Make you wanna stay, home
with D'usse is where you'll find me
Back of the club with two things in the party
Back of the club, I gotta stay Chris Farley
Soon as I get home, I
saxophone on the four
123 hit me
yeahh heeeeeeyyy
come on horns hit it
uh
ah
yeah
Hey curtis lets rap with jimmy early
Gotta a home in the hills
The Benz, it park on its own, yeah (skuur!)
Wavy when I’m in a zone, yeah
My story ain’t write by itself, nah
Making it up as we go
Take me to the neon nights
by the sidewalk
And got the nerve to get mad if I don't talk
Steady schemin on how they want to stick it from the back
A young muthafucka sellin crack
to wear by
well-informed opinions
constantly
All my friends are
professionals from polite
society
So come and sing the middle class Liberal
I've got a home
to help a gangsta' get by
Shawty know I like head, she ain't trippin' at all
She go down on a nigga' and she a-swallow it all
Me and her done it all,
to the dumdums
They call you niggas
And niggas try steel were they come from
I bring the front to all my homies out riding
Help a homie get on his feet,
tryna come by, I'm just sayin' oh well
Yeah, you might as well go
I told you, leave me alone
And my feelings in a whole ho'
Oh, well
It's that smoke that
Definition, gangsta, hustla, you know
We make money, we eat, we feed
Pay attention, bitch
Uhh, yeah, come on
Uhh, uhh, make some room
Dogg House, you
the time
Nothing but paper and pussy and the finer things on my mind
I had to Shine
By any means necessary I had to go out and get it
And come back wit
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