Lyrics:
Lying in my bed, I think of you
That song goes through my head, the one we both knew
In each line lies another line full of sacred sound
But
fronter
Capital D to the OGG
Capital HOUSE in ya mouth
Oh bitch, if ya didn't know
Long Beach City dirty like the south
Wit Suga Free in, I'm in
'm representing my city that's where I'm from
Up in this dessert you get dusted up in these streets
That's the reality out here that's where I'm from
I'm from Las
children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
throw, connecting my games like linked cables
Its my game boy, the dark is shown, inspect my pain, but its unsolvable
I'm so cold with a fire that knocks
catch that nigga
Hanging out in a Tacoma he own one
Da game is to be sold not to be told
But ya'll knew that, back on
That gin and juice, true dat
Two
P.O.D. and Matisyahu
Original Roots In Stereo, ya know
One time, bring it down selecta
I got that Boom Bye Bye, so nobody disrespect, Jah love
Give
test my family I look here now motherfucker
you test Bennie and I told ya motherfucker boom
now ya fucking dead, they might not know
but that the news
it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in the trunk
Jimi wit the semi
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in
no longer turn the bed Much tonight my enemy, we've walked these streets That he's always roamed when I was searching For a neverland where I want
drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs
R.I.P. Tay cause he died in the storm, fuck president (Georgia) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound
chopstick got me so just leave me alone You can hear by my tone, that I sold my soul
I got nowhere to go Yeah, I sold my soul, I got nowhere to go
I got
on my
Head?" It's a red dot
And I wouldn't go fuck on that bitch
But I'm gettin' that throat 'cause that
Ho give the best top
I'm finna slide on that
capital at risk, yum-yum!
Listen up! For the offer only comes just once
Hey, chum! I can see
You're having violent thoughts
But don't you wanna, wanna be
Lying in my bed, I think of you
That song goes through my head, the one we both knew
In each line lies another line full of sacred sound
But you're
the shining
Where you can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining
Nigga done run everywhere
Left trails in my city everywhere
But nowhere like home
See I
not ev'ry issue can be settled by committee
Meanwhile
Congress is fighting over where to put the capital
It isn't pretty
Then Jefferson
"Stop the violence" what I fuckin' said
I want to see you eat, you don't want beef with me
I ain't even tryna bust ya fuckin' head
My city not no bad
Got dreams of settlin down but the crown ain't on my head yet
No bed rest I've slept less then a recently sent home vet
On 4th of July with the bang
take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on
I've sold 2 million records now my paper all swole now
The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now
my head
Say all the things that have not been said
When you sleep at night I'll be in your nightmares
God tried to kill me, but I ain't dead yet
Crazy
mention my age
I'm on a mission for pay
And you astronaut niggas just
Crowding my space you not in my atmosphere
You can act like you here
But actually you
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