Lyrics:
Street, Hillside type
(This is what we do, all day like this nigga!)
Mobb shit now!
(Get this shit crackin' den nigga!)
It's a drought on
(Fuck now!)
out of my mind
So I write for my state of mind
We all broken inside
So girl lay down by my side
You think your sweet talking’s gonna get you in
But I
got of you are torture
It feels like the farther you move away, it hurts me more
I don't get it, we was only good at fighting, not at loving each other
get stomped in
The neighborhood Watts and Long Beach
Boy, you out of reach
This is TDE, Ab-Soul, Jay Rock
Schoolboy Q, we hot, you not
This a freestyle
off our iPhones
Gon' light that weed up, nobody home and plus were grown, young nigga
With gin in this red cup, turning up cause' we don't give a fuck
the phone
Flippin these pills put food in my bowl
Pink & the orange, u31 flow
No simpleton bitches, no 304
Coke on the table, better bring more
Get me the gin
tryna get it back to where it started
Only if we both want it
Do second chances still exist
Can i be your man just one more gin
My wrongs I'm tryna right
and Doc we got it locked let's do it
My block let's do it
Now that's that shit
That makes me zone the fuck out
In the club and get thrown the fuck
on me
Gin and juice
Gin and juice
We go together like gin and juice
Many options but you I choose
On the track watch me sneeze atchew
Kiss and tell
And loving that's just something they need more of
If I'm as crazy as you
Lets get together and be crazy times two
Going round the bend down in Alturas
She
Get a blunt, roll the weed, light it up nigga
Sippin' on Gin & Juice, fill up your cups nigga
The West Coast back crackin' like it's '94
So bitch get
California alliance, is more important than ever so throw it up,
We low ridin' together (YEAH!)
Make the Westcoast rise forever, esse's be's and see's
marching forward till you get it together
Tell yo storm he created the sky
So bad news is just slight work
Tell them haters its a long line
Keep playin
African-American with the power
Just tapped in to the cultural gin
That be swallowing our minds whole
But yo bust it
Empty-ass rappers get me fueled
that you might get upset about
But hear me out
I didn't mean nothing by it, I'ma make this quick
I gave your mama this dick
I don't know how it happened
and give her my kids
Toppy so sloppy can’t nobody stop me she gimme that brain like I’m working at lids
Sippin' the gin we on the west
Got it from Cali you
inclined
Or does the situation never weigh upon your mind?
Is it happiness you want, where do we begin?
Apathy and comfort, sinking lemonade and gin
in together now drop
Yo don't stop don't stop
[Magoo]
Get your freak on at club(?)
We ain't put the album out niggas got their leak on
I done
Let's have a reunion, call the family together
Let's get on the telephone and call the next of kin
Talkin' bout a good time, when we all get together
didn't have doubt
This life it's risk o lord
Let's pray for more than chops
Comme ci comme ça
Can we find eternal love
In this world and the after world
Pick ya feet up
Ask the chick to pass the gin the whole liter
She claim the valley for the weekend
That's the shit that we love
So I be screaming I
the Compton streets
Homeboy you don't work, homeboy you don't eat
"You don't work, you can't eat"
This record was put together by Jay Dee, Coolio,
The overwhelming heartbreaks we go through and trying to figure out who matters
And the fines that we get, for parking over lines, I can’t do it all
the props came out the swamps, off the hemp make,m limp popp’m like a blimp whisper of jinns how ever we sin still fiXates by her skin / off dat bottle a gin
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