Lyrics:
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
around you baby
And i just can't explain it
but I'm feeling so high
And I just can't deny it's so new
Tell me you want my love
Baby please don
only time will tell, but until then I'll be stackin' my mail
by album album sells, Magnolia wear dwells
I love them bricks, I love the ghetto hoes
'cause
Welcome to, The Story Everyone Hates
The story don't nobody wanna listen to
But when you know you don't wanna listen to it
That when you know you
the rest of my album
Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia
Man, Cash, I don't mean to mess with your gal, but
Jessica Alba put her breasts on my
the rest of my album
Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia
Man, Cash, I don't mean to mess with your gal, but
Jessica Alba put her breasts on my
the rest of my album
Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia
Man, Cash, I don't mean to mess with your gal, but
Jessica Alba put her breasts on my
I think she meant that life isn't passing me by (Passing me by)
But that I'm passing life too fast for me to realize
All we love one day will seize
words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while
don't stop
Fuck Death Row! Fuck Suge Knight!
Y'all pick dat album up dat Nigga Daz!
You bitch-ass niggas!
that they naturally blessed with
Just know there’s nothing more beautiful than your imperfections
It’s always hard when you don’t love yourself
So
own
Whether we did diamond or hardly sold
We did it for our soul
Hop out the V and park by Neiman Marcus
Hope I don't see a snatch and grab
They
to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don't trust me (nah), know I'm a sick puppy
notice ya friends
All pretend like its love
But tonight they've chosen revenge
My team be making moves together
50 something albums that should prove who
on God
Give me time, I'm trying to find
Peace of mind, it's hard to find
Get the bag, it's all mine
I'm a monster, by design
I don't kick it with
love
But is there anything for me?
These jeans fit again
But I still don't have friends
Who can come around and actually console me
And I'm empty again
let's gone up to the top drop that album
So by this time next year we will be chilling in Belize
Let's get it
End of message, to erase this, messaged
a boulevards in it
My albums coming out and I'm pulling cards in it
My range is so wide I can pull a car in it
Holding so much shine I can put a star in it
motherhood
And we fall out of touch
In your absence I write songs again every day
Haunted by ghosts of the dope ass albums you would've made
Until two years
ain't shit and I stand by it
If I say it, I'll do it, I don't gotta try it
I can't sell no tickets or sell no albums
So when they support me, shit I
my album's gonna flop
wondering if I'm gonna hit Billboard top,(I don't know)
why this world got so much hate
if there was that much love it would all
I love you
Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah
For so many reasons
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do), yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah,
crook
By plot or buy scheme we drop Training Day 2
And done a headline on the
Run facin' fed time
Had me runnin' so long now my legs tired
Love expired,
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