Lyrics:
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
I'm blessed with it
Niggas say the flow heaven sent
So fuck the fame
I can let the paper represent
I'm on my grind, but it's far from the greed
Money in
have mercy
Oh, I'm a little old country boy
Just a young'un in my teens
I don't gamble, drink or swear
And she did this to me
Mama said son you're
the rain
Blessed with some success so I'ma try my best to
Live my life right, when I see God he'll be impressed cause
I've been on my grind, thinking I
Overkill, have you had your fill
Come to expect it
Off the wall, too short or too tall
System rejects it
Lost the handle, what's it all been for?
the land before time
A land before altar boys, synagogues and shrines
Man was in his prime
Look how far I go in time just to start a rhyme
The method is
up with you
And by February, we'll have beaten all the conditions
You by far is what my life's been missing
So even when we're kissing under the sun it
gone by
I've been told so many stories
Of dreams my plans have made
So it's no illusion
Sail away
Sail away
In the night the sea winds
someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But
a rock cast in the sea
Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me, doggone it
I loves day man lak a schoolboy loves his pie
Lak a Kentucky Col'nel loves
My mind had been enabled
In a memory you overflowed
Want to be your superhero
Even if I tumble fall
I'm ok
You have that effect on me
But I
to just waste the bars
Every day boy I thank the lord, I got a lot of problems but could have more
Wish I spoke to my dad more, my jeweler less
I been
on highway 9
Come on, and get it, boy
Louie and Jimmy's out to have a fight
Shakin' hands with the man below
Stokin' out the flames, flames burnin'
why'd you do it
What'd you do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
And then lettin' it go by the boards
I have too been playing with fifty-two
why'd you do it
What'd you do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
And then lettin' it go by the boards
I have too been playing with fifty-two
on highway 9
Come on, and get it, boy
Louie and Jimmy's out to have a fight
Shakin' hands with the man below
Stokin' out the flames, flames burnin'
too private (ow)
My flight too private, my show's so riot
My jaw so tired, I go all night in my city to the fall
Then it's time for me to fly her
I
to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that
though
Now I ride two door, the Porsche looking mean have to up it too
Hella far from broke, the forty won't choke plus a niggas still elope
Only 'cause
Atlantic City
Ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh
Ooh, ooh
Now our luck may have died, and our love may be cold
But with you forever I'll stay
We're goin' out where
good.
And all the high-born ladies
So lovely and so true,
Have been handed to the soldiers
When in Rome do as the Romans do.
Late in the evening I
stacks
Knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back
(You ain't getting checks)
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Boy, I been broke
underground
A shallow grave I
Have dug all by myself
And now I've been gone for so long
I can't remember who was wrong
All innocence is long gone
I
Ricky Ross
Carol City Cartel
Cool & Dre
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (yeah)
Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more
I got, more cars,
Discuss these i have been blessed by the far city boys Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In