Lyrics:
Because we're 'bout to have a big feed (yo)
It's a Samoan lunch, where there's only four of us
But we got enough food to feed about six streets
I'm in
Passed out at 4 am
Woke up on the floor again
Searching through the time I spent
Wasted on what's never meant
I just miss the life I had
Missed
To all the ladies working Iowa-80
Selling pussy to the chrome on the interstate
Living hard lives
Working long nights
Hit by every man you ever
might lie but I'm a player by nature
Work a ho quick for the paper
So haters feel the vapors, yeah take a hit from the bomb
(Chronic) I brought a whole
of some niggas last year
Wish they let my nigga out on parole
Niggas used to bump The Warm Up by Cole
While niggas used to warm the house wit the stove,
up my life
Shine bright just like
The 4th of July
Illuminate the night sky
This if for my mini me
Live a nice life like
I never had a enemy
Did it for
on the tap, whip up a brick of the crack
I got four joints on the medium heat, got the stove doing jumping jacks
Argument with the fiend, she said my worker's
around bruh
Love ya life and just smile cause
Time flies it don't wait for us
Time waits for nobody no got to get it just go
On it seven twenty-four
I say, I mean it
I never take back words, I live by four words
"Don't ever go backwards"
Love for the outcasts and all of those who've been down
home-place where I grew up
And of the days both good and bad
My overalls were hand-me-downs
My shoes were all full of holes
I used to walk for four miles
of mine
V3
I been runnin on a pack a day
Linin cigarettes w crack cocaine has finally broken me down
Stranded in a terrible state
V4
I been collected by
mates and get one shot
Two shot, three shot, four shot
Pull up the flavors, I don't pull cards, pull flavors, argh (jheeze)
Hold up, get a whole one
swear you're gonna die if she ever asks
You to leave
V4
Cause sure comes a day, sweet sunshine to rain
The rumbling of her packin up the shelves
Go away! Haven't I told you I've finished with blondes for ever?
I want a woman I can't see in the dark!
Ohh! Can't you be more easy to please?
Henny on the Goose on a night out
Sun's out, phone the lads, get the bikes out
Banglez on the riddim, that's the right sound
Four man deep, two trey
Crizila, Crizila, Crizila
Powered by the Chrysler big block
Four hundred cubes
The biggest damn sedan to ever
Come off the assembly
Bumper
Crizila, Crizila, Crizila
Powered by the Chrysler big block
Four hundred cubes
The biggest damn sedan to ever
Come off the assembly
Bumper
[Jayo] Uh-huh uh-huh WHAT?
[E-40] Jayo, Jayo smell me on this one
[E-40]
Jayo (Jayo)
I hope I don't ever have to go back to slangin
llello
Turn the lights down low, get in the moment
Get my Chick Taylors on, lace em
How we used to run back then
We talkin' 9-3 9-4 eleven years ol' man
Believe me he heard
'Cause he left that job at 7 AM
Been chasing his dreams now ever since then
He said I'm free
I'm free to do what I wanna
Free
choice, or better yet no voice
But still by that time I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a fleet real estate with a Rolce Royce
Rollin' deep through this
G.G.O., Ghetto Government Official
Razah, 4th Disciple
[Chorus: x2]
Hip hop is a way of life, it's in my breath
The way I, breathe and step,
You know you saw them, but no one ever listens,
They'll be long gone by the time the sun has risen,
You feel 'em lurking, hear 'em howling in
Serve a couple tables and I'm off on my Bianchi
I'm outie kemosabe weaving all these zombies by me
Money, money, money all they ever fucking say
I
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