Lyrics:
thinkin' 'bout shit I never had
Pass through the W.S. neighborhood
Knowin' I can do my best in Westwood
Cut off by a white BM, driven by a yuppie
He sticks
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
that we'd be kicking back by now
I know that life is a bitch, I know that life is a bitch
I thought we'd put her in a cab by now
But I'm stressing, I
back home, took off all her clothes
Swear that she know everyone I know
On my Helix 20, all I know is go
Always smokin' joints you didn't roll
I always
I fell off tomorrow would you still love me?
If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me?
If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century
drinking mad dog 20/20
Silver satin, blue ?
I got my lopes on, selling through my neighborhood
Catch you slipping on them bricks, that ain't no good
If you know me you'd know I try anything twice
Except for waking up on time and taking good advice
Like when she told me not to take him back
But
tonight
Ama put it on y'all, oh y'all
Ma 20 pages on y'all, yeeaah
Ah ahmm
On 23rd of December, I came buzzing by
Am living life playing cool like it's
and gangsta!
[Chorus - Mr. G'stacka]
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's
We slide wit ease
I fell off tomorrow would you still love me?
If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me?
If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century
over 20 million dollars and 5 car garage
Eating some good food and watching some cartoons
And I’m smoking and you can't 'cause you pregnant with my dude
You took it so damn far you'll never get back
To what you were before
I thought you were mature for twenty four
Thinking bout all the thyme I'll never
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
fascinated by the game
I bugged out
They raised twenty-five cent prices
For my video games
Mortal Kombat time for no contract
Back to the Future no one told
big checks off to the side
With my ride or die for life, always been right by my side
Got a crew behind my back, we ain't in it for the prize
but with
about
Themselves, singin' original songs, by the original masters
And I'm sittin' there on the porch, rockin' back 'n' forth in my little old
chair
fell at the tap with no help and she left we had to put her to rest
Because I was low on the bag some men jumped on her grave
Twenty twenty was not good
mesmerized by the money that keep pilin'
She got a ugly face imma' have to doggy style her
Bitch I'm good in any hood yea I'm valid
Neighborhood superstar
some Mason Margielas
I think I did it again
I think I did it again
I think I did it again
Oh, my old ways
Go back to old days
I think I did it
alright
Cos we'll have a good time
And hey it might pass us by
But we had a good time
Oh she never waits
Just when I want her to come back
Oh she
and we good baby, oh oh
Back when we first started it was off the top
Around the same cash money would baller block
Rookie of year then but now you know I
won't faze him
So many blackmen die for drugs
I think back on the way life was
Before rock cocaine started runnin' thangs
And drive-by shootings was
and some Macs all big gats
Then I went to see my connect like
"Where the bricks at?"
He made me spend, I paid for ten
But brought twenty bricks back
Then I
can tell by the way that I vibe
00:24.91Its Nothing better than a good day X3
00:33.30You could never bring me down no way
00:37.10Waking up
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