Lyrics:
together
You put me together
And I find comfort in making you smile
I find comfort in being alive
And if
Me loving you was a crime
I'd be sentenced to jail
to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don't trust me (nah), know I'm a sick puppy
thing
It's a Crip thing
It's a Crip thing
Before I spend my life in jail, I'll rather die and burn in hell
Carried by six before I'm judged by 12
free!
Y'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah!
Hoe bustaz
Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz
I got no love for these niggaz,
along with the brown
Now I'm in jail, they tryin' to beat me down
Jail is hell, but I'll adapt
Won't hesitate to get in a scrap.
Cause I'm down for
If the DA ask me to tell I'm like (uh uh)
They like you want to go
Back to jail I'm like (uh uh)
Upstate with the inmates and CO's, no
(uh uh)
I like
to come off from vacation to get me
I'd rather be in jail than to have my father hit me
My parents walked in
I got my grip, I said, "Ah, Mom, Dad, how was
know?
We don't talk about Bruno
You getting too close
Drunk white hoes
I don't do those
That's a no no
Put yo ass in jail for sho-sho
This gadget go go
Go
Get you in the mood baby
It's Just You & Me
Girl I'm from the Hood Was Never Taught To Be Romantic
I stood Focused On The Money
Can't You tell I put in
of getting paid by criminal means
They're having a sale on minimal dreams
Doomed to fail, they caught your tail
Your butt's in jail, you gets no bail
The scale
Thinking war up in my head, now i mix dog water with fanta
told lil Bro, watch that back door, you'll get snaked, you don't know no better
Doing jail time
by guns
In the light of day
And yea anyway
I said hey
How the fuck
What the hell?
Racists in jail
Put those bitches in jail
Look at me
Now look at my
the billboard sloan
Check it now, you get the gold dick award
It's like jail and it's the sixth floor
Test me, floating in the S.E., now let's see
Half of y'all
the kid
Every day I do it big
Designer on me in the crib
Money in the fridge
We be eaten by sreak and ribs
OG gas nothing mid
Get it how you live
to stay in jail
Ho bustas
Picture me rollin' in my 500-Benz
I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends
They got me under
You say you want it all and this shit is you gon' stay committed
Doggy in the jails fightin' a case I pray he ain't convicted
Lookin' in the mirror
scarecrows
Bitch I went and
Got my mind right
Now I'm posted coolin
In a jail pose
I can put you in the limelight
Make sure you careful
When the time goes
I
might break my neck
Looking back saying "Ooooh!" Bout to get in a wreck
Cause she's always flirting, might give me a look
Like I put her in the oven
me and Kev
You end up in jail, institutions are dead
And with our lives, we play Russian Roulette
And try to find a life where we could be content
nigga? Mandem are fake out here
All the real niggas be in jail (look)
(Big Zeeko)
Go on then brodie, please phone Cody
A man got touched
and the critters and the stumps
Put da PO in the speaker let it bump
Gotta go for it never gone punt
Ain't nobody finna tell me how I'm gone get paid gone get paid
Yeah, yeah
Broke down put myself together
Yeah unh
Beat the storm now its sunny weather
I'm cooking up wit no arm and hammer
Yeah uh
Keep
us a song
Now, how shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land
Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain
Sunny, you smiled at me and really
from us a song
Now, how shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land
Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain
Sunny, you smiled at me
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