Lyrics:
[Intro: Phonte]
Hey baby look here, this new song I wrote it's got that nice groove
That everybody dancin' to
And when I play it it kind of remind
to the fam goin' down swingin'
Holdin' my ground and we the last ones breathin'
Won't stop until we even deep in the trenches
So many killings it's
pass by, hi, hi
Get away bitch, nothing's up with us
Stop talkin', you're fuckin' up my buzz
Can't you see I'm my private place?
Sweating like
to be
Everybody know about it
Making big money now y'all don't even know
Riding with the top down tell me what you know about it,
Got that new sound
I'm talkin' loco Krayzie as hell
It ain't just a name it's the game
We done loosened up a couple strings
And shook a couple of screws loose in my
formidable place
I can let you know the ins and the outs and I can spit it wicked
Twiztid And you can see by the look on my face
Give me the mic and ima
when they hit out
Hey, we ye he boy I'm in yo town I feel like Jay Z it's crazy
You gone have my baby bitch
I'm too lazy you too shady even when it's
she need celine
That’s apart of my life that I ain’t seen
Lor baby I ain’t serving crack feins
I’m cool dude gotta lor name
I just stay in my lane & I
were the last good days of the ghetto
It wasn't all about bein jiggy, so save that rap for Jell-O
Down on my knees in the street playin skelly
Rushin
What time is it?
Hangin' by the backstage door, decked out like a queen
Your body's sayin' 21, but your face says 17
My intuition tells me, that
chillin
Everybody wanna be the villain
Down to my ass, I ain't had a dollar
I made it happen, it wasn't no Santa
I don't want love, it cost too much trauma
control when we bump the track
So let ya shoulders roll like front to back
From the era of the loose leaf Bic pens loosely
Scribble down my thoughts
around my way. Another one shot down,
slain, while the cop got praise.
It's hard to maintain when they supposed to protect
us. You or me could be the next
It's the man, it's the myth, in the midst of the minks
With the M's on my mind in Maui taking pics
Motivated by more that mean
I want more of this, I
that missed us,
Divide and twist us,
Revive, relist us,
Remind my listenas 'cause Im a minista,
Designed by ministas,
'cause these times is sinistas,
But
when I
Got my red cap on
Not from the Nolia but everybody
Get they clap on
Sippin', sittin' sat, red Kool-Aid pack
The big homie Dub just came home
'bout
worried bout it
Im doin my thing showing everybody
Baby get a little loose
Get lit
Girl how you do that there
Baby get fly
Throw ya hands in the air
With me
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
position each and
Every one of my dawgs
So close to broke, by any means I can’t fall
I post up in them trenches
I stack up them Benji’s, ‘cause I want all
To the hotel
Cause they claim that they interested
And everybody talkin about the shit that they wish they did
But I surpassed all that
They used to wanna
possession by the soul of Keith
So everybody gather round
Cause it looks like this ship's goin down
I know
I know
I know
But you don't gotta be brave, baby
enough would ever say racism ended
I get winded by the weight of it all
'Cause everybody talkin' shit but don't know nothin' at all
Yeah, I thought I
only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side (yeah), only
I never fucked Nicki 'cause she
doubt
Cause I need you, baby
When the sun goes down and everybody's hittin' the town
Cause I need you, babe
When I get home I'm all alone gotta pick up
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