Lyrics:
the Citgo (?), on Wyoming
street,Big sacks, big gats and some artillery.
All the lil niggas Got big niggas, like Junior
and B. All old niggas showed us ropes
All got habits, marijuana to static
By two cats and coats with automatics (rrrah)
St. Louis is the Truth like Sojourner (what)
Don't need a burner,
On the transport kept it inside the Jansport
A real hooty game, we ain't care who we blame
Shit was all the same until Guili' came with a moody aim
You know
and shadow and I'm still in Spain
And it is still the same
Cause it's a long way
It’s a long way
To St. Pere de Rhodes
A long way
It’s a long way
To St. Pere
Tryin' to give me, fifty-seven years
Face'll be full of those tattooed tears
It's the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
And the public
[Verse 1]
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Actin' bad, ho's hollerin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thing
that beat
I get a bitch ignored, dirty feet
.45 made by Orbit, dirty teeth
Huh, dirty mouth, huh, clean it out
Lil' bitch ain't as freaky as she
[Technique]
By dawn's early light
I shine brighter than the stars in the night
And 'bout ready for a fight
Come noon, I've consumed enough
neck like I got me a jeweler
Big old respect, talkin' Telly and Boosie
And my thug nigga hauled off and loose it
This shit fucked up
This Christmas
1st pills,
I got my 1st thrills, by rampin' the fuckin' worst hills.
Old people screaming like they're meetin' Freddy Krueger,
But it's just JB and he-s
My bro in the cell, he said you gon' blow up, Lil n***a, your time is tickin
I said I'ma make it, you gotta watch closer, Cause I'm the golden ticket
somewhere where it's colder packed with snow things
Yea, that's right, snow things
Life's passed you by you better come through with them old dreams
But now,
This that Rick Ross
Made myself a boss (Uhhh)
This that new Boosie
Versus the old one
Where you can lose your life
For a little of nothing (Wooo)
This
The game ain't the same, I'm bobbin' and weavin'
Please explain why this snitch still breathin'?
Say Boosie you know better than to fuck wit that nigga
He
getting my ass whooped
That same year saw a 25 take a 20 year old life it was pitch blacc
Couldn't see who did it but I do remember flashes from the gun
We are but images of stone
Do us no harm
We can do none
St. Crispin and St. Crispian are we
On the arch of the Shoemaker's arbour
High above
of remind me of me
Man lil one a G
Lil one runnin with the big boys
Lil one fuckin these hoes
Lil one got some of these old niggas rolled
Lil one
starin at it
But it's been the same old North Carolina that's been bein'
Y'all niggaz just gettin it, oh it's a shame isn't it?
Oh you thought we said we
(Hook)
Switch lanes, then I switch rides.
Switch lanes, we don’t switch sides.
Get rich, we don’t get by.
Reach for it, get your s**t fried.
on that Snoop shit, Gin got me woozy
Got me feelin' sorry for my nigga Lil' Boosie
Turn up the fuckin’ radio, bang a lil' Gucci
Get high as a hummingbird
[Verse 1]
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Actin' bad, ho's hollerin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thing
[Verse 1]
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Actin' bad, ho's hollerin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thing
designing class like Orwell
Bump a Lil' Gucci or Boosie
With Mos Def Thought Tip Immortal
This that Cold War flow resurrection
You don't know when I'm finna
Blowin' for when they free my lil' brother and free Lil Boosie
Twista
He don't do the things like I, do he?
He don't make you feel like I, do he? Do
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