Lyrics:
Hope I make it outta here
Sun is down, freezin' cold
That's how we already know, winter's here
My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
That's
Remember walking with you by my side
You were my papa and I was your pride
Now I've got children and I'm going grey
No time for talking I got
and waiting
And the rope is oscillating
He'll get such a banging, banging
Followed by a hanging, hanging
Here am I, up on high
On the house, keeping
you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go,
wit some Guyanese niggas how ill them niggas is
What kind of dough they get, and how they handle they biz
How they connect with Jamaican niggas who
a ho to your house while your bitch is out
Now you got your dick all up in her fucking mouth
Pull it out and then you bust off on her favorite blouse
slide by and wiz-ave
You on another piz-age
Is that the way you gon be-hiz-ave?
I know you're feeling all hurt inside
But won't you talk to a playa?
Let
know you waited this
And I wanted this to be elaborate and so strenuous
And then you just slide by and wiz-ave
You on another piz-age
Is that the way
went overboard now I'm overbooked
Ab-Soul, Luke Just, my life is like an open book
Read between the lines nigga
I did this shit legally blind nigga
Yeah,
off
Tired of looking at all this
In most cases nothing works out
Everything is not successfully it gets
How are you waiting
It seems that luck has come,
thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes
On the other side of town a boy is waiting
With fiery eyes and dreams no one
thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes
On the other side of town a boy is waiting
With fiery eyes and dreams no one
pockets full of dollars
I don't need a job lil nigga I'm a mobster
Fuckin with the cartel shoutout to the mafia
In the night time is when I become I'm
lane
You'd rather see my mosquiot tally, all that moves is fair game
Now I don't wanna know how it feels not to be loose
So I'm leavin' here on the first
back to Compton now
'Cause every so often I'll visit my old stomping grounds
And Doc's in the house, so you know the bong is out
Room is spinning like
know no more is coming
You see people love stories with endings
Right now I'm just a story
Thats sorta dragging on slowly
Page by page, year by year
But
barely gettin' by
Same clothes everyday, he barely gettin' fly
Erryday he wake up, he just swear to do his job
What that is? Chasin' dreams, time is
told me, "Don't be like me
Just finish watching cartoons"
Which is funny now cause all I see
Is Wile E coyotes in the room
And I run it (Blow! Blow!
man
Even if I was desperate for a girl and
Had numbers I still wouldn’t call her over
How fucked up is that?
In order to understand
You need a hole in
Uh, uh, check it out (yeah)
Junior M.A.F.I.A. (hehe, mm)
Uh (I like this) Yeah, yeah. Nine-fo' (keep bangin)
To all the ladies in the place with
Respect I give a shred
Cause all your music does
Is humour me
I'm laying in my bed and thinking
Bout how close we used to be
And
Now we left a nice path
drama (drama), like a Millennium Mafia (Mafia)
The man was barely wearing (wearing), took all his garments off (took all his garments off) (off)
How can
the old "tell it like it is" speech
I'm thinking you better start by hearing the word "practical"
Right here, right now, today
Where's the exit?
Knocked down by countless albums
Now you wonder how your ears
Just got some sexual arousal
Cuz this is how we do it
Bounce with the music
Thinking how I can
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