Lyrics:
why, some shit just don’t feel alright
She was wearing all white, I was rocking Off Whites
There ain’t no turning back
No, aye
They tell that you’re
cold nor'westers
We had in Paddy West's
Put on your dungaree jackets
And walk out looking your best
And tell 'em you're an old sailor man
That
side
This one for the archives
I be in the Bluff now but I never lose my East side ways
Always love when you see my face
Southside rollin’ tell ‘em
VERSE 1
Little Tony said don't get a rock, get the 'volver
When you throw-back on a hater, make 'em holla
I love meetin' real men (yeah)
Not
'em
I call potholes concrete meadows of the soul
What constitutes a ghetto fetish? Huh?
Is it growing your own lettuces but not filling in
the bridge for blowup
Had to switch styles up and tell em'
"Hol', hol', hol' up"
"Hol', hol', hol' up"
Yeah, he don't know me very well, do he?
He don't
the trap too, just told to set my ting free
Find a better way, no more meddling in these streets
Quick to split your melon once gon' you tell 'em they
I'm a young black king
Now, rise up my young black kings
We all been a young nigga making cash
But tell me, how come the cops took Rash?
my story, if I don't tell it, it will never be told
Every man must stand on his own two
I know the grind, germs taught me how to hustle in '02
From
fruit, let me get at 'em
Picking up the pieces in a world that's fallen
They imprisoned by ignorance, I'm begging your pardon
I'm charming, I am George
you can tell when I open my mouth
I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys
I'm
Goin' hard on 'em though
East coast let loose, my nephew, Papoose, he got the juice
So watch the Impala as it swing by and be on the lookout
For them
the block, with a guerilla attack
Nigga tell me how you love that, I'ma surviving nigga
That's never gonna turn back, blessed with a tact
To make a nigga
I'm waking in the morning getting my little boy ready for school
I'm combing his hair brushing his teeth and fixing his food
Tommy Hilfiger outfits
check it yo
In this never-ending battle to please
Niggas, magazine writers, MC's
Who request hot shit, I freeze
And tell em where I was rose, we always
fierce", Man, I'm agasp here
Saddened by acts whose only buzz was gotten from 50 glasses of Pabst beer
Man, I'm stacked like I jacked Sears
After I smack you
hidin', boy
I'm in the loop, you ain't hard to find
Yeah, I got troops that move
Silently at all times i keep sellin' drugs
I keep divin' deeper all
his own life
Left a beautiful wife and baby boy
I may never understand the full measure of a man
But this is what I'd tell him if he was here
Sometimes
you come dey follow me talk
Ogbeni no dey long talk Gucci for the boys shey you sabi hush pup
Everybody wanna form gang gang till we pull up at the bus
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