Lyrics:
Los Angeles, California 1969
By Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Today there's over a million Crip
By how long it takes to get to
When it's other things to tend to
The powers that be don't wanna lend you
Any power, but it's in you
To be free, as much
Jamaica!
Just cause I'm guilty
We burn from Jamaica straight back to America
Don't live at all
Philly! Manhattan! Yo! Washington!
Let's get the party
killas on our tippy tippy toes
See the barrel knows where the bullet go
and then we smash off in that 4 by 4
See we rolled on ya set and then bucked
I don’t hate I just pray for the day I take my seat on the thrown
My pace never slows in the race I’m taking you all
To a place you can’t go unless
What you heard is not it, but what statistics say
Is that drugs addiction's rampant in the USA
Has prevailed before Washington's presidencsay
Way
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
When I look into the mirror
I just a stranger
I don't recognise no one no more
These days
I look at you I see a stranger
I don't even know your name
shit get sent to me
Once was lovers now we strangers yeah a bunch of memories
It seem like everyone I love just turning into enemies
I don't trust no
bounce to this track
And I don’t care what anybody thinks about that
Hands to the sky, and throw your head back
I can love again tonight
We bounce
I walk into the corner of my room
See my friends in high places
I don't know which is which or who is whom
They've stolen each other's faces
no choice i had to make a choice
Either you can rap or claim that you can sale drugs
Know that we don't like you chilling with some real thugs
Go
not a mystery it's history and here's how it go
Now Hariett Tubman, was born a slave
She was a tiny black woman, when she was raised
She was livin'
Just another day out in uptown Washington
Real DC don't give no fucks bout no monuments
Never seen no president or none of the congressmen
If you
Hantland drive (I got people in)
In Martel homes (I got people on)
Washington Rd. (I got people by)
Green rob mark (I got people on)
Lakemont drive (I
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
money at?)
Closed legs don't get fed
Go out there and make my bread
All he wanna know is (where my money at?)
She ended up in the wrong car
Bruised
money at?)
Closed legs don't get fed
Go out there and make my bread
All he wanna know is (where my money at?)
She ended up in the wrong car
Bruised
And successfully climb the narrow way
As I walk in the narrow
Fear no evil
Strong like Samson
I won't be devoured
By no roaring lion
I do read Bible
Read
(D-Nebraska)
Senator Gorton (R-Washington)
Senator Gore (D-Tennessee)
Tipper Gore
Reverend Jeff Ling
FZ
Spider Barbour voice
All-Night John Kilgore
kill me
I was beaten by Buster, killing you muthafuckas
King of the ring, when I gave one I shouldn't trust her
Thought I should, ignoring signs I hate
all the rest
Washington, Alta Drive, Woodbury to Fair Oaks
Lincoln, Glenarm, Lake and don't forget Orange grove
And I can't forget Marengo, by where I
I lose my senses
Why don't you escape from me
Are you afraid of hanging by the fences?
Paints me pictures I don't need
Lights the way I don't want
not bullshitters, we deliver
We go get it, don't be bitter 'cause we not just niggas
Jarobi my fiber wove into different cloth
Ain't nothing
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