Lyrics:
a Pavlov
To stick in the kitchen while the bell tolls
Placed in a cell amidst fellow hermit's
Note a thousand hello’s
But not enough room for two thousand
a bottle of white then
Got straight to business like two corporate white men
The food came, before I could take a bite in
He said "You the type I usually
a bet I turn the ace up, $hort and Jay, what
Verse two: Too $hort
I never stop making money dont give 'em no slack
Drinking dirty motherf**kers til
I've got a car, you've got a room,
We can talk all night or make love by the moon,
Feel the love in the air,
What else is there?
People talk about
one
Two kids yeah we're having fun
Isn't life great
All the trouble we've made?
You know that you're my bestie
You're always by my side
We've been so
yourself
Lost your shit at the party
Had to hate by yourself
I stole your boy and kissed your brother
You drove my car into a ravine
There's no one left
living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everybody want to be by you're side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When
a high-speed car chase
So I mash the gas
The pigs try to cut me off with road blocks
I'm a Ryda shootin' through the
Windshield with two Glocks
(Make way) Black
friends, when they call, you in trouble too
And they car crashing, they get the rubbles too
And they flexing all these chains, make them sick like flu
Taking
ha-ha
Five block the way, from now ha-ha
I seen you lick that rubber lolli-pop
I seen you spread, your butter rock and shook semi-car
I seen your tears,
Stones and they
Rocked me the wisdom they yell
"All is well" and it got me to wishin'
2Pac, the ambition, I'm keepin' my head up
I am a rider from
a bottle of white then
Got straight to business like two corporate white men
The food came, before I could take a bite in
He said "You the type I usually
their machines
A listening of suspicion ammunition for the scenes
By all means nobody want no trouble
There’s gonna be a rubble to break the giant bubble
Went to the drug store and nearly lost my life
There I saw my girlfriends, one and two
Standing there together, I knew I was in trouble
But I'm a clever
nobody knew us
We stepped off the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto, and checked
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
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
have fun again, dirty
Err'body leave ya guns in the cars
And err'body run right to the bar
Get ya something staright or the bubbly
We ain't Bubba but
Two grown men and they going through a goth phase
Darby you were living in your car with a hot plate
I send you right back to it if you not game
"One two, testing one two
Alright party people in the place to be
The party has already started
An-an-an-and it's about to il-il-il-ill"
Let me
ain't, no it ain't, but you gotta know the territory
Rail Car
Shh shh shh shh shh shh shh
3rd Salesman
Why it's the Model T Ford made the trouble,
made
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ...
I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
intrigued with money and fast cars
stubbornly I sold crack to my mans moms
Suddenly it troubles me so I asked God
forgiveness for pasts wrongs and future
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