Lyrics:
a place that we need to go
So 'til they free Pimp see
I'ma leave up to you G O K K K
To keep it street
This one here for the street
This one here for
Prison ain't a place that we need to go
So 'til they free Pimp C
I'ma leave up to U G O K K K
To keep it street
This one here for the street
This one
and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So, now I'm jettin' to the buildin' lobby
And it was full with children, probably couldn't see as high as I
or
Wooden cross
Could never see where we're falling
Came in to love
Then hounded by love
Hounded by the very thing you dreamed up
Chased inside
pictures
And all the currency I'll never even get to see
This fast life soon shatters
'Cause after all the lights and screams
Nothing but my dreams
That some neighborhood kid
Wandered in on some bums
In the world where they hid
But they weren't there
So they couldn't see
By an old neon star
Saw you sitting on the peak of a cloud
Waiting for me just to see where you are
And on a rooftop light-years away
You’ll be sitting in a cloud café
is you sayin' (Who you gon' talk?)
For the stars and the stripes prison bars and the pipe
Young nigga rolling weed in a cigar he can light
Bang
niggaro I'm an African American
They sell drugs in the hood but the man he move the medicine
He'll prescribe you Augmen for everything
A little stuffy nose
at the light
The f- is taking forever to change
It's stuck, these b- are loving it, rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, play it off
"What you
As you can see, I am proficient in the art of taking
Your taking is no match for my KickStyle
En garde, come at me with everything you have
why you can get more for being C.O.
Than you can for being a teacher.
Tell me why it means more to the government
To pay the people who got to watch
all the day I couldn't laugh
Oh by now I'm chill with it, bare ass in my face
I'm OK but Chad's like "Uh-uh no he isn't"
So I proceed to hear him
a tail
And stop drinkin' ale, the booty probably smell
Ain't no pussy worth a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid
Shit you musta flipped you
surrounded by guns, killers and crack rock
Wish God could've re-edited that shot, I guess not
The L-O-G-I-C, open your mind, like O-ren Ishii
At fourteen,
lights were flashing and the sirens they were screaming
We had to pinch each other just to see if we were dreaming
Made it to lovely pass in under less
and he miss, but we admire a trier
Finesse king, you can never lie to a liar
But Fred got the fire, I fire for days
I gotta write them in my notes,
keel and bow in place
And face the music every minute
Never could see my homey comin' till he passed
Funky gas by my way all the day I couldn't laugh
funk was done just by one.
Who said that it was never ever done?
Who said the two of us couldn't groove.
It wasn't me but maybe it was you
your last breath
Then I left you up for another one bites the dust
You couldn't ride me if you went behind the bush, gush
Leave the style alone, don't
for you, Caroline
They've built towers to the sky
It hurts sometimes to watch them try
They run themselves into the ground
But I know you will love
the shit hurt mom couldn't take me
The bitch still hates me
Shit, one day she said, "Go
Rake leaves, " I said, "Make me!"
I'm proud to announce I'm
Probably
I don’t think niggas understand
You know how long we been doing this
How much work and how much we invested in ourselves
We’re still independent
We
Brooklyn is changing, and so am I
I see you on the other side
Travel light
City of broken promises
My mission is reconnaissance
It's dangerous for
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