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Real niggas came to party, Ace hood!
Real niggas came to party

I say
Lord have mercy all I wanted was a Beamer
Had no pot to piss in, now I'm living

I'm still servin 
Earning 
Sterling 
So determined 
Still searching 
For this pot of gold 

Days just go 
By 
Night settles 
Im still swervin 
Lurking

Rework the Angles

Sway & King Tech

This or That

1999

me? They all conspiracy theories 
Worthless, like testing Ev' defeats the purpose 
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women

now)
We was spinnin' in the pot so long we got dizzy
Had him circlin' his block so long, they got dizzy
I'll have him shoot the whole thing right now

felons, gun stealers
And dope dealers
And I’m from where coke is captain
And you can buy whole in the back
Of your block, in a napkin
By themselves,

On a roll
On a roll
I've been on a roll
Loving you yea, it took its tool
On a roll
On a roll
I've been on a roll
Loving you yea, it took its tool
My

honey pot I can tell by your eyes
You`re as wild as I am shy
So take me by the hand and lead into that land
Where everything is honey and sweet and sugar

jewels
Studs on Balenci' crocs, look at the shoes
I don't even got no opps, we put 'em on snooze
Still use a fork in the pot and hundred round tools

Hey let me tell you something
Dreams written down with a date becomes a goal
Goals broken down into steps becomes a plan
Plans followed by your

the green by the box
Pick up book pore espresso from the pot
Imma zone out the universe is my spot

Reach for the stars
Side with the team that wanna watch

Humbled by the goddess

Baby dragon 

Regal flairs 
 Hanging orchids
Spiraling lotus 

I sit and cross my feet
And contemplate the nature of creation

became our tools we would build cases that we later fought
I was never lucky enough to have both parents at the crib
Fuck it I'll tell it how it is was

Jump
Cross

I'm salty
Not grilling the
Pot i
Blow off steam
Angry at  this
Recipe

Not entitled but
I plead for
The change
I want
Complex reasons
Bring

of the pen
I'm sick of living in the past
Or dying by the pen

Only had a pot to piss
When I was in hospitals
They said the rooms are way too Filled
There's no

Insufficient youth need the tools used for guiding
The proof is in the pudding they do not have good taste
These kids need a spoof they couldn't even make a good

one house spare 
Emotive thinkers think with their knuckles 
Childs play mentality raised out of rubble
No pot to piss in, bum fluff and stubble
Too

they'll go get you and yo friend
We selling dope by ounce come get you a pinch
Do em like the slaves in south but nobody who did it
We got dem sticks in

to keep it cleansed 
Who becomes the woven web?
And without it / we are nothing
All is sacred / no exceptions 


Laid down by the stream / fell asleep

Midnight Club
Mike Amiri jeans
And I got the denim up on the side
I know the bitch she wanna fuck
But can't get the low
Cause the opps near by
Run up

Kali deh pe khelan aayo re
(Near the Yamuna's edge, by the Kaalide temple, Krishna is playing)

Mero baaro so kanhaiya
(O My little and beloved

of a kitchen devoured by a smiling face
That's just had a taste of one thing that won't go to waste

She's been working doubles for a decade
Stealing pots

to shine on the block
I didn't know I was going to fill up this pot
But this nigga know how to maintain
Nobody was there when the rain came
So I went to find

Ski, Ski
Bitch

If I go broke then I'ma bool with my tool (with my tool)
You pull your shit, I pull my shit and let them duel (we let them duel)

trappin' by my old school
But now I'm makin' hit's off of Pro Tools
(off of Pro Tools)
Found out I took yo' bitch
But that's old news

Now a nigga up, she