Lyrics:
hell, celebratin our senior year
we had a trash bag full of cloths and a suitcase full of beers
We got pulled over by the Alabama state patrol
But they
to stay boy!
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and murk to get murked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my
and he hate that shit
Said you the one, yo why you make that shit?
I can't believe I let Nas down
Damn, my heart sunk to my stomach
I can't believe I
Know How Sick Wit The Flow I Go Stroll Down The Yellow Brick Road With a toad rolling slow slowly rolling a goldy oldy like Em Dre Delivering Green To Me
Know How Sick Wit The Flow I Go Stroll Down The Yellow Brick Road With a toad rolling slow slowly rolling a goldy oldy like Em Dre Delivering Green To Me
Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa!
Off the wall, off the chain
Off the top, I'm off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move,
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
somebody
Slowly jumpin' down
See two women
See two women
Walkin' hand by hand
Hey now mama, you see
See two women, they
Walkin' hand by hand
They just
and fam fed up by me boy
Knock, knock shit, bet they lock the door
Engaged but headed 'round divorce
She caught it, check my child support
Make a nigga that
homies locked down off in prison, living
Isn't this how it was supposed to be?
Chose to be knee-deep off in this dope game and I sold a ki'
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
you ever witnessed was on Menace ll Society
Try to sound deep and got masses fooled by your lack of rhythm
I elevate while you perpetuate your
it all
For he surrenders
I surrender it all
Jesus
For he surrenders
Yo I like to thank you for listening To my album
If you ever feeling down and out
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
to find memories plagued by constant misery
Their eyes cast down fixed upon the ground
Their eyes cast down fixed upon the ground
In my life
on the ground)
Get the fuck up
In my life I have seen
People walk into the sea
Just to find memories plagued
By constant misery
Their eyes cast down fixed upon
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's malik my hobby's putting
when the dope game got dangerous
In my interviews talking plug talk
On my last album I explained it (I explained it)
With a fork telling you let
albums?
Naw dog, I started off on the block
I just did shit to get shit
Niggas always knew I was down to hit shit
That's why I stay wit shit
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