Lyrics:
( *phone rings* )
(Yo Moe, what's up?
Where you been, man?
What's up with the new sound?
I ain't heard from you in a while, man
What you been doin,
us employed
Feelin' like Pacquiao I'm fightin' with Floyd
The family watchin'
I better go hard in the paint, that '96 Rodman
Shots out to Eric, I
you're lonely and you'll come here too
Hopin' just by chance that I'll get a glimpse of you
(Oh yeah!)
Trying hard to find you somewhere up above
High
of you
(oh yeah!)
Trying hard to find you somewhere up above
High on a mountain of love
The mountain of love, the mountain of love
You should be
(Uh)
Got me thinking about what you did up on the cross
Pull me off the shelf (Hallelu)
It's a war going on in the spirit I'm on the front line
Breonna Taylor
Freddie Gray
Eric Gardner
Anthony Worline
Sandra Bland
Philando castile
Sean Bell
Oscar Grant
Dion Johnson
Forever George
off
Shook and twist the jars
And dope on my mommas stove top
By the time she came back from church boy
I bet you I had an O stocked
In the middle
acting like you hard, you know that Jesus see the real you
Dickie fit when we pull up in the church that's how we (slide)
Demon play we gone put one
the house and had a seat
The little boy put fifty motherfuckin' toys by my feet
Smashin' up my ankles with Tonka jeeps
I wish this little motherfucker'd
The crew doin' they thing out there reppin' us hard
Big up to Tiger Woods
Yeah, ya don't stop
Big up to Cuba Gooding Jr
Y'know, yeah, y'know
Taye Diggs,
cry so hard to people that ain't know me close
Stress is on an overflow, depression feel like overdose
But the saints of God ain't surrounded by no
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
that I know
Fuckin’ up the party tonight
Let’s have the time of our Life
It feels right when you’re by my side
Let’s keep the party alive
Tonight (yeah)
just tell a nigga if he scared of work
Then go church and
Use to try to heal the world
Then I realized that I’m one person
Niggas huggin' on police like
I was late getting to church on the morning of my ceremony
Stayed up too late the night before from fingering foreign dirty holes in the dark
I woke up before the sun
I had to force myself up
I'm hung-over from the night before
I had to much
Say my prayers
Send 'em up
Hoping God can hear
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
dey get funky
Wit' the underground
Master ace get a taste
Bomb squad gettin' hard
Marley mart makin' hipper
Trax for Jack The Ripper
Pumpin' Eric
Eric, look at me
Promise to rise again on the ninth night
Only day of the year
Inside this poltergeist frame
Rolls around and hit's some like he
heart out till cold gray dawn
Prayin' that you're lonely and you come here too
Hoping just by chance that I'll get a glimpse of you
Tryin' hard to find
the rails like an Eric Koston fail
I hit it rapid fire, try to pull out of a vaginal cavity
But busted while I was half inside her
Then I woke up in
now and I did too
Maybe we should catch up have a brew
Couple shots of Jager get some food
c year has gone by since that fun date
We got married
Damn, turn me up a little bit
God damn, Cannon
He ain't fuckin' around, boy, yeah
Here we go (let's go)
Chopper, hold them fifties by the door
heart out till cold gray dawn
Prayin' that you're lonely and you come here too
Hoping just by chance that I'll get a glimpse of you
Tryin' hard to find
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