Lyrics:
of the system
See it all as a game, just controls and consoles different
They want me to go to school, better education.
Become employed by others and wind up
fronts, she doesn't have a clue
Dug the boys in blue, sometimes I paid them off
Had trouble in the South, so I catch a train up North
Page me by my pager,
number their backs.
Benny's bike's too big big to race in the two-fifty class.
They make him start way up on the hill out by the railroad tracks.
ain't doing blow in Mexico with Eduardo
Plus I gotta celebrate cause yesterday my car would start bro
So imma do a shot or two, pronto
I got a lot of shit
Of a drunken, baying Loyalist mob looking for Fenian blood to let.
V2. The R.U.C. were warned that night of trouble in the town,
But they sat in their
that you name
I'm talking Janet, maybe ?
Come on
Quit playing girl you know that you want it
I can tell just by the way you push it out and flaunt it
live it
Get to da money by da bundle how I spend it
All my cars tinted but dey kno who? s in it
Same cool dude on da mic givin? you da bidness
The brase
the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
Unpacked and I grab
Can I trouble you for five bucks?
Or a cigarette or two
You look like you're decent
And charitable too
Maybe I'll buy liquor
Maybe I'll buy bread
attests to the wreckage and yet there's nobody to help
The two are by themselves
The devil's on his way
With God on his tail
Fighting over the soul
shining bright
Get it together this aint right
[2:]
Let me know when I'll be gone
If it can't just be me leave me alone
I'll be fine all by myself
It won't
on a track while I run slow
Two top tens a gold disc aint bad for a kid from the blown bits
Or you might get stabbed in the boat quick
By familiar flows
and falsty knives
That blow you clear out of sight
You're wit' all your might
Your conscious is stayin' by
You all in that sacrifice
I'm going off
baby, have a drink or two
(That's what I've come to do)
So don't come spit 'cause that's not what I'm about
Not tonight, I'm cool, yeah, yeah
No, I'm
here trynna get mines
Livin day by day in the episode of hood times
[Chorus 2X]
[Hook 2X]
Hood times, (hood! hood!)
Hood times, (hood! hood!)
moving through the crowd,
"pardon me, excuse me playa"
I know she seen me coming
there was eye contact
felt like sex, I was occupied by that
bad move,
with five fives, real fuckin' street ballers
Identify troubles with the first quarter
But I'm on the right path
At this rate, I'll be sellin' slabs by
system (Fuck a slide, I'ma just swing)
Get some crunk in yo system (A, B, Yall niggas could nevah see me)
[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]
Get some crunk
INTRO
Earthlings and aliens,
Greetings and saluations.
I’m your Mastress of Ceremonies, Alexandria Boddie.
And I’m your Troubadour of Trouble, Kelvin
walk by, they’re gonna look.
Two-for-one Sex-on-the-Beach, Skinny Bitch tall.
Me and my girls, we're drinkin’ ‘em all.
Every night is ladies night when
to see what it feels in me
And you know death is coming soon so I
Ain’t afraid of nothing when it trouble dude
Yeah I record it, yeah I just sort it, yeah
on a mission, you see
There's money that I'm missin'
I got 'em posted
Told 'em "Move and I'ma murder y'all"
You and all the trouble goin'
Through by servin' y'all
an old fashioned fence
And an old fashioned millionaire
I'd like a plain simple car, a cerise Cadillac
Long enough to have a bowling alley in the back
glasses out
Grabbed you by your neck even though we just met
Held you close, felt the fire burn my throat
Warmth like the Holy Ghost
I remember
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