Lyrics:
Story up
Wake up in Cali, bad bitch, Waldorf Astoria
Fly her to Bali, she ain't tripping, she on the tour with us
Poppin' that pussy, actin' different,
giving out that work and he don't even use indeed
we gone pop out fasho, boy we never missing
She say she gone take me by herself cause I might ride with
payment, so tragic
It's no picnic in the park
I ask Nina what happened to us
Looking for a love jones
But bitches wanna Jackson Hewitt
Tax it to it, charge
the fuck would I pay em
If I can't leave it to my lawyer
You pop me I pop you
I ain't giving up no story
These niggas need to be in school
Or in the house
right round
Then you start bringing up other shit, start calling me by my government
Somehow you're right and I'm wrong and emotions are running in
If
Now what kind of beast would love such a feast
Have you no shame?
So we hung the by the feet
Oh, we shot them in the street
Oh, the victory was
Swear there is no nothing after
I'm the bishop, I'm the pastor
I'm the god MC and you don't want to get
Caught in the rapture
I would probably burn your
in his arms, broken
A young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside?
His brother got murdered up North by milletas
Ma-ma, battlin', cancer,
of Goose now, hundred dollar hiccups (yeah)
They say I got the juice now, like I'm Mark Bishop (grrah)
My only competition starin' at me in the mirror
Stephen Hawking
You see I mean this shit I'm talking
You don't want no problem
Slave to the rhythm
Shoot my master in his back
Two dope boys, in
s*** in his arms, broken
A young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside?
His brother got murdered up North by milletas
Ma-ma, battlin', cancer,
But the pain had to heal
And I had to get back up
If she was for real
I know she's worth the fuss
This is the story of a boy who fell in love
the Ph love watin' rinchels
Cause they doughnuts
They go nuts for a dozen
Shut up they spot, me and my baby cousin
It seems they were slippin' by
And we
Never feeding in to the good or bad reception
All star shooting been making it like I'm stephen it's a blessin' I'm an all star
Show you im an all star
along on tour
Just to have a good time
Or paying Calamity Jane five-thousand
Dollars to be heckled
By twenty thousand macho boys in Argentina
Or asking my
ain't the shooter
(?)
Riding shotty in the chevy (?) know as a Krueger
Lyrical ruler (?)
You lukewarm, boy, go get you a cooler please
Your bitch
hustlin' shit in my genes
This shit in my denim this shit in my blood if you know what I mean
That boy was just having what happened to heem
We got the juice
that I'm pickin' it through
I just ain't fell in love 'cause I'm way too awake
And she tried fuckin' a rapper to break up my heart
But my heart
shit on TV (On TV)
This dog hoe should be on TV (I knew I saw this ho on TV)
Shit
Boys in the Hood, I was Cube in that drive-by
Smoking PCP, I saw
me, use you
What's love, what's true? Ooh, ooh-ooh
Yeah, ayy, ayy
Greatness is, doing the most difficult thing in the world
With the simplest
Ohh the story of a young boy
I turned twenty-one, ain’t never seen the son boy
Ohh the story of a young boy
I done lost my love so I’ve been kissing
Crime stories
You get, boy, no glory
Not in these crime stories
I'm tellin? you right now, no glory
Scene I
Too Big and the Hammer rollin? on a hit
three
Born in Section 97, do caterpillars go to heaven
They clipping all our wings, we ain't angels, we felons
Feel like Mark Twain, spit a story so
playin' boy
I've been waitin' by the phone just to hear your story
Gettin' tired of them same lame excuses comin'
Now tell me do you have the answer to my
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