Lyrics:
Rollin through the block bumpin Jim Jones So Harlem "shit is getting funny to me"
I got a hundred on the sack
Wit my buddies in the back
Dreamin bout
Little Bessie, girl that I once knew
And she told me just to come on by
If there's anything she could do
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me
If I
Little Bessie, girl that I once knew
And she told me just to come on by
If there's anything she could do
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me
If I
Just a little baby, just a little boy
Ordained by God on high to change the world for evermore
Just a little baby, a little helpless child
But Kings
Around my wayyyyy
(Ok this ya boy Jones aka Capo Status)
Around my wayyyyy
(I'm about to take you through
My way you know the
Projects and all that,
that win
And the enormous fields disperse of rap
On the road to the riches, more furs to drag
More niggas to kill and birds to bag
Hit the jeweler
eight hour session, ending the message
A road from oblivion to equilibrium
If there's anytime now would be the time
He can feel it
I'm within mania
He
'89
In the pines by the bayou
There's a field off farm road 6
You can find more sunshine
Than money can buy you
Here's to you
Here's to you
This little
DJ Peek
Wrote a letter to my little dog
They got him still in the system
He talking about in there
You can't be talking about no gang
If you ain't
getting paid
To walk on the wild side
Welcome to our life
Come take a little walk with me through my neighbourhood
And come spend a day in my trap
paid
To walk on the wild side
Welcome to our life
Come take a little walk with me through my neighbourhood
And come spend a day in my trap
Get your
getting paid
To walk on the wild side
Welcome to our life
Come take a little walk with me through my neighbourhood
And come spend a day in my trap
by a fishin' hole
That's how country boys roll
Yeah, they work, work, work
All week 'til the job gets done
Weekends they barbecue
And have a cold one
Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold with the lacs and the crown
Make it where them hoes come around
Trying
grow
Never know , Where it goes
Keep my eyes up on the road
Let it go, Lift away with the butterflies
Let my heart out
There's a reason I don't even
An ordinary woman and an ordinary man
Made a hurried journey on the road to Bethlehem
The troubled word was waiting to be saved
By a baby on a throne
I was sittin' in the terminal waitin' for my load
When a greenhorn driver came in off of the road
I heard him tell that foreman get my little pink
to
know about my life so check this out; this is called My Own Hell
Produced by Don Juan
[Intro 2]
Nigga, my life is straight conflict
When all I want
Lowkey I miss you little cuz
Be careful who you put your trust in
Never know who might take you out
Free all my homies locked in the Pen
Free em out Free
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
time you shot, it was off a little bit
Then you came back and got rebooked
Twenty-four karat, all gold on my neck, you think I got it from Egypt
If
cold ones, leave your worries behind
I'll sing some Waylon Jennings or a little George Jones
Play you anything you want to help you lighten that load
Girl, what you doing
Following me down this road
I would let your family know
You introduced yourself and asked if you could please give me a blow
and a little old George Jones
Man when she says these words it really puts me in the zone
She says drive a little faster then i ask her
What shes doing later
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