Lyrics:
But now I'm pulling up at 3, tryna catch my first dream
I remember sitting on the curb, drinking bourbon
Wonder where the time, and the fun
out map
Where we live, love, cry and laugh
I hope my kids can grow up just like me
On a country road like rural route number three
The sun is hot,
spell it, we still got beats
Don't question how we live, question what we give
Take it to the next leave 'em where they can't see me
Still they
nine to five
All work and little play, just trying to live my life
All day you can spot me out the window boo
Three hundred and sixty degree penthouse
a Christmas tree
I been rolling I'm drinking this Hennessy
Say my name ringing bells way in Tennessee
But I'm still in the hood where my niggas be
Better tell
a pound have a drink, get down
I'm on the floor, besides the door
The sound is rich, and I ain't poor
I'm looking for Susie or Wendy or Judy
But look at her
Well I ain't dreamed so good since I got leveraged from my home
The man down from the bank said "it ain't me, son, it's the law"
Now we're sleeping
Yo light the leaf, lay sugar sweet
Inhale the mystic
The three shells by the toilet
I'm futuristic
I'm so ridiculous, my mental sickness-
Women, love
where children play 'ring a levio'
Come on and show me somethin' I don't know
There's the day breaking
Windows shaking at my cabin door
Love me like you
strapped down to my side
No frontin', just in case I gotta smoke somethin'
'Round here, heads don't act their age
You might be another dead bwoy pon page
the student and I'm the teacher
[Chorus]
I've been all around
Never met one like you and fussy too
Tonight it's goin' down
Just tell me those three words
knives
Making spears
Out of lights
Out of fences
Choosing sides
cnd loosing lives
There no forgiveness
Henny 3 Times
Welcome to the death row
No
We've been waiting for you
Where the kisses are hers and hers and his
Three's company, too
(Thanks, John
Go, go to Mr. Furley now)
[Verse 3 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Criticized by the main stream
For not bein the house jig and keepin things squeaky clean
But I can't, so I ain't
But I won't play
way to my car pulling keys unlocking doors
That’s a metaphor but this is how the story goes
As I drove down a narrow road my wheels screeched
Stop
down
open your eyes to some real shit
where nigga be packed with real clips and if you flip that clip betta leave your ass in danger
increase my anger
can’t compare to the pavement
Music on the Bluetooth speaker that’s my favorite
Grab the lemonade and chill by the poolside
Today’s gonna be such a ride
around your table grow
The cattle in your stable the dog by your front door
And all that dwells within your gate
We wish you ten times more
Soal a soal
Gimme one
Gimme two times three (Two times three baby)
I need my weed without it
It kills me (Wah wah wah)
Gimme one (Wah wah)
Gimme two times three
children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream
like gettin' deep but I live my life on the deep end
Spent 3 whole years without a bed I could sleep in
For this shit had to risk it
You just got it for
gigglin?
I asked, they said "you be on television"
"Wait, your Tyga, my friend wants a picture"
So you live close by? Next thing I'm looking in her eyes
with three .45s
Two F&Ns, a small percentage that we gon' die
This bulletproof forever, my mom sleep better
So, she don't cry
This shit we smoke make
From uptown to down under
Luck's in between, I can feel it in my bones
It's like a strong sense of relief, woho
Foreign faces become versant
How
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