Lyrics:
It's a hot summer day in the year of 84'
Fresh out of summer school headed for the store
Watchin' the O.G.'s standing out gettin rich
Slangin'
It's a hot summer day in the year of 84'
Fresh out of summer school headed for the store
Watchin the O.G.'s standing out gettin rich
Slangin the fat
killed
R.i.p to pop smoke
R.i.p to king von
Blessings out to Huey and Mo3
Moving so low-key
Cause either its Covid
Or o.p's wanting more cheese
to hell
I don't hate you I hate myself
Because I'm S-H-Y-B-O-Y, A P-O-O-R-G-U-Y
And you don't need love you need money
And you don't need love you need
I lose my pride
Having shootouts by my momma's house, I think
I lost my mind , High Speeds gettin' away from LMPD, thinkin
They can't catch me I
a wheelchair chaffeur with your arms in slings
Both legs numb from them arms an' tings
[Chorus: M.O.P. + G. Rap]
[ALL] It's the legendary street team!
[Rap]
God for Parliament
Everybody funky knows that they was heaven sent
There's Michael Hampton at one end of the stage
Banging out Maggot Brain with Eddie
for my people, yet we don't know why
They cuttin' sistas off welfare, these kids can't eat
And it's the children like thuggish minds turned out by
the P.O.I.S.O.N.
There's no pretend
Me don't lie, if they don't buy
I'll hit the reload line to get these notes high
And by the way I got people on the way
Trying
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
Cuz I got a glock, bang (S.O.B the team)
Cuz I got a glock, bang
Solo
Feel like I'm playing a game that ain't loading
Call me po man cause I drank
BOULAVOGUE
(P.J.McCall)
At Boulavogue, as the sun was setting
O'er bright May meadows of Shelmalier,
A rebel hand set the heather blazing
And brought
BOULAVOGUE
(P.J.McCall)
At Boulavogue, as the sun was setting
O'er bright May meadows of Shelmalier,
A rebel hand set the heather blazing
And brought
niggas who love nigga moments, trapped in a niggas life
So what's it really like?
H-I-P H-O-P
It's magic
Black to the blackest degree
An ancient art
Keepers Baby
Out Here PT.1 & 2
I'm the type to stand out
Never took a hand out
I got my shit planned out
Watch my plans pan out
W.O.H.
Never ran from
It's just
Different when I spit it man
I'm Young Santiago
From Houston, Texas
Boys never quit
From the South
Heaven sent
Like a fire pit nigga
Fire
sakes I cannot miss
S r t and b e nz skirt from the e m t
I thought it was a c o p
A c a b you know me
Lately I been e a t
Everything cuisine to me
I'm blessed
Even though I get slammed with lawsuits like car doors
See three P.O.'s like Star Wars
They want me by the road holdin' up cardboard
So
rollin'
I'm rollin'
Searching undearneath the sun
Rolllin'
You got me ro-o-o-llin'
I'm rollin'
Searching undearneath the sun
Days roll by they roll too
Just when you thought we were done
Get away clean, Master P in 91’
If only you knew what we done over come.
Overstand that this ain’t what you want.
the lions let go
E is for Elijah, up to heaven he went
F for the furnace where Shadrach was sent
G for Goliath, by a boy he was slain
H is for Hannah who
and the bees
a match made in heaven like some O's and D's
no I never met a girl so sexy and fine
she can take a man's money especially mine
and on top of all
[Hook: Unknown Singer]
Live by the gun, die by the forty (x7)
[Killah Priest]
I see demons in the atmosphere
Gats appears out of nowhere
Blood
me
Cause you an OPP and I'm not
Down with O-P-P s
OH pleas said that you
Were with me til the end
O-O-P's
There goes a another friend
Like suffering
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