Lyrics:
to get a [C]start in life's [G]game.
Then suddenly it [C]happened, I lost every [G]dime.
But I'm richer by [D]far, with a [C]satisfied [G]mind.
'Cause
Mac Daddy
Had he not known about the city I'm from
Long Beach, Tic Tac, grab your gat, watch your back
Here I come, stompin' in my khaki suit
B.G
.O.D
And while I see his whole clique pass us by
Motherfuckers think they qualify
And for those niggas want to try
The G.O.D., the G.O.D
Yo
I'm not caught up in
by day I make the cars and by night
I make the bars
If only they could read between the lines
Because, you know
I caught a freight train to Detroit
By Graham Nash
When you were asleep
I was kissing your forehead
You gave a frown
So I kissed you again
You started waking
And put your arms round my
All at once the clouds rolled back and there stood Jesus Christ in all His glory and I realized
The saddest eyes I'd ever seen were looking straight
I'm too cold
Long as I'm around fuck they need you for?
Riding in the Chevy toting three bricks
Since nobody wanna make G shit
This is for
ten G's, gun and my Visa
CD cranking, doing ninety on the Franklin D. Roosevelt
No seat belt, drinking and thinking
My man caught a bad one, son,
hits off this memory
I need to come down.
Another day goes by so hold me tight
or don’t.
Oh no this isn’t how our story ends, so hold me tight, or don’t
midnight,
An time to go downstairs and go to work
I wonder how he's doin' in, Tennessee?
[G.J. spoken:]
Well, here I sit by the window
Of this big old
I remember the day
Seems so far away
When I walked into your life
And the look in your eyes
How it took you by surprise
But it felt so right
the wind
Yesterday, I went out to celebrate the birthday of a friend
But as we raised our glasses up to make a toast
I realized you were missing
Ah
the phone
I'd settle for a busy tone
At least by that I'd know that you're okay
A guy like you ain't meant to go away, no no
Now you're gone
There's
everything she's got me so mesmerized
Yeah I wish I was Yuri-G
It's just the things that she does to me
Yeah I wish I was Yuri-G
Been biting my memory
one, gun by my side as I mob through the beach
On a mission and I'm fishin' for my DJ Warren G
Now I as I look for the bud sack
And see where my loves
snaps, tryin' to put Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin' it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
too late
You let so much time pass by
I find myself still giving you the eye
You must have realized much to my surprise
You're making eyes at me
D
And the mailman bring the letters by just like he did before
D D7 G
They seem so busy all day
Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you shoulda, somehow, realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that
Mac Daddy
Had he not known about the city I'm from
Long Beach, Tic Tac, grab your gat, watch your back
Here I come, stompin' in my khaki suit
B.G
around your heart
I got some good pie it could get a nigga shot
So I g-g-get more eyes than
The letter with the dot
Le le let me let me stop
Le le let me
Since I was very young I realized
I never wanted to be human size
So I avoid the crowds and traffic jams
They just remind me of how small I am
relentless sifting through bodies seeking self
Settling through competitive combat for what's left on the shelf.
A mad melee of supply and demand driven by
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
If I say so, know they gon' ride
I know G's, and you know they ain't nice
If I pop up, I'ma want it, but I get by
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