Lyrics:
Young Nino come through shining
400 for the free throw
You don't wanna fight the boy
I got too many hands for you pastor Troy
What's the haps nigga
on the creep down by Vick's weed spot(So what! )
Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
Ya had me stressin
a surrealist comb
Made of bits of mosaic from St. Peter's in Rome
But the weight was so great that she had to go home
I couldn't have liked it more
friends
In that '97 Mustang, that we both lost it in
I can't recall the day I'd finally had enough
Chasing my father's dream and never of growing up
I
a jake on the creep down by Vicks weed spot(so what)
Made a you-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
Ya
or it could pass by
Dropped a couple dimes, let's just call it givin back
Blood pressure rise, take a hit and just relax
Everybody wanna hit me with their
stop
Aficionado, so fashionable
Wit a confident swagger, international
Game so tight the girls had to go
And you don't stop!
[Verse - Beanie
to support you, cuz I care for you and wouldn’t put nothing before you.
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Bridge:
Verse 2:
I never met a chick so campatible, I never had a conversation so
That make me do the hula hoop around the gym
(Just to get a peek again, she's a 10)
Never thought she would come and work for the president
Mr. George
could never fail, never
Float above the earth never under the weather
I remain god even with no mortals
To become god, had to throw away morals, augh
just to get by
I just pushed down
Whippin' on the corner with a bag in the trunk
For all my niggas never having enough
Like what the fuck is ever
woman from oh so long
She give him whole heap of loving and satisfaction
She never ever set eye pon a next man
Support you when you down and even held
Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin E & J, gettin' bent all night
Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole life
Step to his business cause
the nigga skate (yeah)
Head above the water, had to find my way (yeah)
Bumpin' Pastor Troy "Vica Versa" like it's T.D. Jakes
Same niggas in your face
frightened
Standing out there in the snow
'Til he said 'I'm here to help you, ma'm
By the way, my name's Joe'
She said 'I'm from St. Louis
And I'm only
Baudelaire
Not exactly working class
She had a studio in St. Michel
Crucifix around her waist
Che Guevara all over the wall
She can't stand the sun
I'm relaxed
Grab the St. Ides brew so I can max
Sittin' by the window 'cause it's so fuckin' hot
And then I heard a shot (boom!)
at First Baptist Church
The pastor name was Reverend Johnson (Okay)
Chastised his shirt and matchin' shoes
But had to front, it never bothered him (Okay)
Pastor Troy CD Brother
We ready
What you talking about
Ain't no more Playin's
Yeah
This is what the fuck you see
What you talking about
Ain't no more
was so ecstatic that day that ****** had just got out of jail
That nigga a real blood that nigga'll never tell
When I was young I wanna be like him
was on the road to s**t
Put my life on hold and S**t
Hanging by a rope and s**t
Left my Talent’s unannounced
Spending nights up on a couch
Lost my job
I ain't never had no father figure now the time keep passing by
Really I'm just only like 19 and I ain't living right
I ain't blaming no one cause I
SERGEANT KILLED ALL PEACE
BY BREAKING OUR WEAK AZZ DOWN STRATEGICALLY PIECE BY PIECE
CREATING TACTICAL BEAST INSTRUCTION INTENSE AND NEVER CEASED WE BARELY
Savin Hill my starting point,
Down the beach with a few beers
Didn't know what life had in for us
Starting out at St. Margaret's,
Up there on that
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