Lyrics:
(Certified Wise)
Somethin' I take very seriously (I sensualise, Certified Wise)
Every songs a collection of kids charmed lives
Like the porn section of gary
With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun
(WE LIVE BY THE GUN, WE DIE BY THE GUN)
Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun,
It's plain to see, you can't change
where the devil lives
We're going down in the ground where the devil lives
There's a rock in a field just before the park
What they did up there has left
in and never said bye
For not supporting my visions
Picked up the pin again
Wrote down all my accomplishments and failures and wins
Deuces to the toxic
on your old dude
It's like a drive thru
He just coming by for the side view
That's not what I do
Girl I park my car and cum inside you
This a new school
of ballers, Inglewood, we love it!
Live from LA, this way that-a-way
Slide in the hid-house
Feeling burned did-out
Kick of your shoes and relax your feet
the buddy till deh buddy gone down
Gyurl leave six wa bitch mossey dumb
Tell her gimme money tell her keep deh pum pum
Fck her in deh bush meeno need no
People say we live in a capitalist society and that capitalism has gone wrong
We don't live in a capitalist society, we live in a crony capitalist
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
Name's Toumi
Fire breathing hell raising heathen
The demon butcher's cut from the
Belly of the behemoth
It's all cold and fly until we're
In
barkin
Grab some green n fuckin spark it
Grab some green n fuckin spark it
I been walkin slow through that dog park
Down by the creek that's where
"Fight tuberculosis, folks." Christmas Eve, an old
junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street.
The "Priest," they called him. "Fight
The best spots by far to go park your car
And crawl back in the backseat
There ain't much to do, there ain't much to see
But they like just how it is
black, and white
Then she understood where she was
She was in his soul
After realising, she stopped falling down
And looked around
She was herself in
kids sink in the water
I give a shot to the battered lives
I give a shot to the battered wifes
There's a picture in my mind of some niggas that mob
rapping
Homie in passenger seat, these windows down
Walking through town with my head on fire
But I'm never one to be scared of the smoke
Back at the park
to see you can't change me
West coast nigga 4 life
It's plain to see you can't change me
East coast nigga 4 life
[Verse 1: T-Mac]
I'ma live by the game
I'ma hear this (yeah) on the radio
Uh, huh, okay
Once upon a time in College Park
Where they live life fast and they scared of dark
There was
I'ma hear this (yeah) on the radio
Uh, huh, okay
Once upon a time in College Park
Where they live life fast and they scared of dark
There was
to replenish your faith, never a spectator, man I live in the race, you don't wanna battle yet, you'll get played like clarinets, I keep shit underground like
got three hoes in this two door and one just want to go bi
We just trying stay, We just trying stay live
We just trying to get by, We just want to get
the autobahn
In the distance or the
Steps of his companion just a few feet ahead
Caged court centered in a park somewhat
Densely populated with live oak trees
by my heart, and intuition
I moved to the free, like I’m Gary with the Vee
Speaking bluntly, I don’t give apologies
When it’s time to get that money,
gold teeth or platinum bling try to stay original like genuine the same old g still live in a apt. reside for the sjc( San Jose, Cc) pit down til the day
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