Lyrics:
bring up the sadness
I guess the spice, what got you roasted, habanero challenge
I could loose one
I could loose three
I could loose a million
But it
like I have anyone to blame but myself
And now I'm remembering high school
How it passed by without a happy memory
How it hasn't been much different
Won't you get on down,
To my side of town.
Drop it in four low,
And roll the window down.
You'll hear a radio blaring by a bonfire light,
When that
he's returned
Met at the gate
By the guards who were stern
Struck one down
Then two than three
The fourth one ran away
Terrified and fled
Pounds
the talkin' and the lovin'.
You see, I'm a back door man,
And I do the things your man fail to do.
Now, I dunno, but I've been told,
By a player-hater
That my
city sweltering hot
Staggerin' drunker than those cops that 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reachin', soon as I
the cradle til death row
Don't stop til the train has pulled into the station
I'll hold the door for you no, I insist, after you
After you
After you
all my hope
Envy stepping, kicking down the door
I said that I'm only fucking with my hoe
Asian bitch yea like Kimiko
And you fuck niggas keep glazing
(16th Killer)
I was at the lugger club posting
Right off 85
Right there by Rock Legion Memorial Drive
I had a long week, now it's the weekend
the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin'
Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin'
Hot, forcin' my way up in the door
To kill the bullshit
the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin'
Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin'
Hot, forcin' my way up in the door
To kill the bullshit
to turn heads
When I ride by
I'm a ryder
I'm so fly
My dogs ride by
Them haters want to cry
I'm a ryder
I'm bout mine
I hustle to the sun come up
bout a thing
But I do it for my city wanna make em' all hear
1 2 3 4
Open that door for I cock and load
If you loaded better put ya hands up
Close ya
thats
Money on your block
Thats them bread winners got them
Bitches by the flock
If you bout yo hustle I got beans
White and purple weed coke and dope
Bet
the slightest worth of gold, but still was on a mission
Down Alondra, rollin kinda tough
Twisted up the chocolate thai, and I started to puff
Aroma smells better
lay you down
Lay law down in that murder town, choppa bullets sprayin' 'round
Tell that pussy, "Pick you up", by night, he still be layin' down
I'm
a curse
Been hard done by
And beaten down
They will remember
My name now
As I wander into Bluefield
They're so pious and so vain
From the train tracks
And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)
Welcome to H-Town, this 3rd Ward talking
Coming down the slab line the fo's crip
I'm spiraling downer and downer, taking downer after downer
Dosage increased by three after the day that I found her
I'm spinnin' rounder
around
I need a phone call
I need a raincoat
I need a big love
I need a phone call
These train conversations are passing me by
And I don't have nothing
party like cool, where you stay at?
Turn upside down, let her tweak on the wall
Took her to the bathroom and did work in the stall, yeah
They used
ain't the ones gettin knocked around
Socked around by a low-down clown from uptown
So what you're gonna do to the creep?
If I was you, I would wait
Country as I wanna be
Country as I wanna be
All day, all night
Puffing on marijuana leaves
There ain't no slowing down
There ain't no slowing down
stay out my lane
Big B sitting at the front Door
Whole lotta cash I spendo
Got a bad bitch named Enyo put her in a benzo drip by kenzo
Got 2 3 thots
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