Lyrics:
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
On a flight
Til the early morning
Blunt puffing while I'm hustlin
I need All mine nigga
Love my brothers
So don't fuck with
Who I call my Nigga
Getting
jail and semi-automatic
For static if the crack fails
So since we all talk the same slang
Stop killin, my brother
Cause we're all from the same gang
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
upntin' it" (uhh-huh, my strap)
Let me slide by (gang) and this a drive-by (gang, gang, gang)
It's a good night (woo-hoo)
In L.A. smokin' opps, it's
to the top
I been working all night
I was only 9 years when I lose my dad
Imma fight all stress make I lose poverty
Only mama dey for me
And I want good life
This motherfuckin' D'usse got me sweatin' and shit
Word to God
Hov, fuck with ya boy
C5
Okay nigga, I got em'
point em' out and I got em'
Let 'em
Like it y'all
Like it y'all
Like it y'all
Scoob Lover, won't you hype it y'all?
Well, I'm the S-see double-O be -L-O-V-E-R uh
Ladies come to me,
life
Reliving that dream every night
We ain't gonna get another
Brothers and Sisters
You don't wanna live no other
It's a good it's a good it's a good
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
pray tell, good sir
I give way…
V 12
Knox
With this in mind,
And your permission, sir
I’ve something to say…
V13
Roosevelt
By all means, Knox
Yup, yup, yeah.. uhh..
Yeah..
All night like a corner store, twenty-four seven
Hood hanger; we gets hot like a wok
in the Chinese kitchen,
pile on lies with smiles on for miles on
Like tracks laid by my Chinese brothers' great-grandfathers while on
a dollar a day, tell me what you paid for
Um where can I get that?
At your local drugstore how much?
It's from Kansas
Bored out 90 over with 3 Stromberg 97's
Almost Chinese, huh? Yeah!
Good
And my daddy he would always be leaving
So my brother and I we would sit by her side
Telling our tales through the evening
Oh, I grew with the days
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
together
Try, don't let him take your love from me
You're not good, can't you see brother Louie, Louie, Louie
I'm in love set you free
Oh, she's only
we don't need to sparklers or nothin',
Just keep the bottles coming all night
Yeah so bring the Veuve Clicquot
We about to hit the big 3.O
Party
can't control (what)
Problem
That Ambien in my ink pen
Move the brown squares like Wheat Thins
Y'all five days and a weekend
Stay smokin' on that
her sister nina
Last time niggas seen her
She got trained by a gang full of
Shooters with bar hands and a bitches
But they ain't silence her
All they
sure, if you try some of this pie I'm makin')
Daisy duke shorts on, five foot stood,
Said, "sure, what the heck, I mean it did smell good."
(So she called
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
[Gipp]
Yup, yup, yeah.. uhh..
Yeah..
All night like a corner store, twenty-four seven
Hood hanger; we gets hot like a wok
in the Chinese
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