Lyrics:
There goes my girlfriend strutting like an alley cat
There goes my girlfriend walking down the dead man's path
Yeah, she's my girl (hey), I won't
when you're walking alone
in dark alleys
or when you're standing alone
somewhere (pausa) out there
You can talk to the blind
YOU HAD ME SEEING STARS
FACE DOWN IN THE ALLEY IN THE BACK OF MY CAR (YEAH)
GO WITH THE FLOW EASE INTO THE NIGHT MY GIRL
SHE WAS TIGHT, I WAS LIT
SHE
And I descended through
hills and alleys
And from a shadow that
folded the daylight
A shiny shape
stabbed me in the belly
Then took my money
and left me
got demon meat wrapped around his tooth
talking beef but you really need to talk truce
choppa have your team jumping like I threw an alley oop
I done
BURNED OUT MY LAST— HOPE ON YOU—STUMBLED IN YOUR ALLEY— LOOKING THE FOOL
WENT DOWNTOWN—TO LEARN THE BLUES—OLD MAN SAID—YOU’VE GOT TOO MUCH TO LOSE
Enation on this earth station
is a big bulk contamination
subordination and domination
is the blind alley of civilization
the proud crowd is
do report
They say our claims are invalidated
By a lack of "hard evidence"
Then they wonder why victims feel silenced
If it’s in a dark alley or it’s
Woop
Throw the alley-oop to Shug
She want a rough neck I think I'm too good
I'm trying to cruise the city streets
Blow a few trees
Open Pitt for
the pain/ but they feeling em’ / Ja everybody majita di dithekene/ Di vuil pop , clean cut bagolo di pikini / Back then we freestyle in back alleys and rush
smashed up the Porsche
And painted the alley with broken oxblood 2x4s for no reason
She used to date the king
They probably did it and everything
(shoulder off)
Hit his crew, alley oop, that's a over-cross (ayy)
Wanted a car, so I bought her a Mase'
All about action, I'm all about profit
Know that
Dented cars make me think of you
Sitting on a red leather stool
Drinking with your sunglasses on
In the bowling alley bar
And the sound of crashing
He's chasing you down the alleys of death
Where many have died, and where you will breathe your final breath
Your pulse starts to quicken, blood
It's a life, working lanes with his wife
Hand in hand, they both work at the alley with an arcade in the back
Where the young are the restless
falling soul
I slumber against the spirit of time
Like a stranger in a foreign world!
In a park, along the alleys, stained with blood and tears
In the hour,
a doubt
A handful of something demonic
Holds so very harrow
A gesture from the evil and twisted
An alley so narrow
It seems like something unusual
someone's in sight
He's waiting for you in the night
Hiding in the shadows
Hiding in the alleys
He's ready to kill tonight
So lock your doors and hide
the window to the alley
Join the sidewalk crowd and disappear
Take the last train to Marseilles
there's not much more to discuss
There's you adn me but
I got a short fuse
I go bezerk when I put in work or do dirt, jerk
So stay alert, no smirk, cause these knuckles hurt
I'm from the alley, not
the bowling alley
Two blocks from the supermarket
One more block to the south
Of Dick's Automotive
Dick's Automotive
Dick's Automotive
Dick's Automotive
And is now known to you as killa kali
(Verse 1)
The state of California niggas call it killa kali
Murder weapons in the river bodies found in the alleys
is hurry up and wait
Everything I get goes to the man
My life gets wasted in a bag
Had to cop on the street this alley's hot saw
The goons made
Doublecrosser
Forget about the boy
Pull the plug
Ain't he the one who pulled the rug
He's lower than an alley cat
Dirty rat
And I flatter
Forget about
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