Lyrics:
with my head high and I stand
Brothers and sisters, homies that are no longer with us
Never back down ‘till we get ours...
Yo Haze, Barroso, let’s go
they kneecaps
Said I rep the hood these niggaz scrutinized
Sometimes I’m by the book sometimes I’m street n wild
Tell a lie these niggaz crucify
Speak
ooh ooh ooooh
Uptown, downtown
We livin' we livin' Yaa yaa yaaa
V1
Babylon don't pave these streets
Its where we go, its what we see
Living
that your dad left
Called me crying told me to come over
I didn't let go of you now I'm sitting by
The lake alone
You told me the water made you feel
beside me with that dog
And I just kept on driving into the fog
Do you remember?
Do you remember?
I do remember, but the words don't come out right
I'm sitting on a tailgate by the lake
Watching the sun go down
And this lucky strike buzz got me betting
You're missing me bad right now
I
coming cause they don?t know I?m alive.
I look down the street see people running from a wave,
It sweeps me off of my feet and right back into low tide.
I'm sitting on a tailgate by the lake
Watching the sun go down
And this lucky strike buzz got me betting
You're missing me bad right now
I
The chair that your father once sat in is gone
Got dragged off to the dump to be grabbed by some homeless men
Who tonight will sit in it around their
I woke up, I hit my head
I'm taller now, you go back to bed
I'm dressed down, my skin is red
I'm sliding out of your house again
And then you text
to say but it's OK
Good morning, good morning
Going to work don't want to go feeling low down
Heading for home you start to roam then you're in town
to say but it's OK
Good morning, good morning
Going to work don't want to go feeling low down
Heading for home you start to roam then you're in town
WELL I CAN STILL REMEMBER, AS I'M WALKING DOWN THESE STREETS
THE MEMORY FEELS LIKE YESTERDAY, NOW IT ALL COMES BACK TO ME
I WATCH THE CHILDREN PLAY
on Sunday (For real)
I get the bag on a Tuesday
It's gone by Thursday (It's gone)
You know you on the East
When every street a one-way (For real)
Where lil'
We weren't the ones runnin' up and down Main Street
We were the backroads sixer in the front seat
Knuckles busted, burnin' rubber, chasin' one
here we go, let's all cock back and "Fire!"
"Fire!" Hellfire can't scorch me
I'll see you burn
"Fire!" Melt Antarctica down
Evict polar bears,
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