Lyrics:
Bad boy life ain't all that you hoped for
Should've done book but you went and done guns
Charge three for a Z, that's banter
Black whip, all black
I'll turn you to a casualty nigga
Don't need anyone to blast for me nigga
By my lonely I'll take on yo whole cavalry nigga
No weapon against me shall
going dumb
I'ma drink it till I'm numb
I don't wanna fall asleep
Rubbing white girl on my gums
Dulce move it by the ton
No fun
Black and white got you
with that bling, do it all for me
I was blinded, in myself confided, Jesus is the key
Like, who's this dude
What he tryna do
Black on white like Bruce
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
the pounds move
Chop it chop it chop
Break it down break it down break
Move the keys move the keys move
Move the pounds move the pounds move
Dope boy dope
Bumpin' a system costin' 4 G's I stay on my P's for the po p's
Split the philly with my door keys
Scoop a female to the crib good get my boy to bring
me
When he handed me a letter edged in black.
With trembling hands I took the letter from him
I open it and sifted what it said:
"Come home my boy
get me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh
of the blue
Boy, I know you
You're either shooting back Jack or sippin' Johnny Walker Black
At a bar you could stumble home from
Or you're sitting all
away boys.)
--- Instrumental ---
(That's Benny Hucklefield on the piano.)
(That's Rick McRay on the guitar.)
Sail on lil' gal, sail on, sail on,
Sail
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
on my P's for the po-P's
Split the Phillie with my door keys
Scoop a female to the crib good get my boy to bring a blessin through
Sit on the floor playin
putting money on your head in that N.O
Girl that's S.D0t you don't know he on fire
Scared up and black like Omar from the wire
Boy that's S.D0t that nigga
the wheel
Real fashion feel
Tri-Jack it, black it for more
Handcuffs with special keys
Triple locked and been down defiled
It's a V. S. I.
Throw
keep it on me
(Call me a Florida boy)
Top down by myself, but I'm never lonely
(Call me a Florida boy)
See I ain't really finna have remorse for ya
to me
You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out
Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You
been listening to nursery rhymes
And phonics, I was studying ebonics
Taught by the greatest Big L
Who taught me that criminal slang
Coming straight from
with some million dollar dreams
My old bitch miss the old me (huh)
Had to get it on my lonely (gang)
Keep shit so low key
Baby let me in and i go so
Totally psychic open your mind quick as the vibe kicks word to my sidekick
Sex boi let's hoi jislaaik yo yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
What that mean? Boy don't play
Yo them coins I make them flip
I can get that dime, let me get that dime
Yo you know I take my pick
C'est la vie, Sak Pase
lonely even though
I stay with homies
But, damn, I can't wait to get out California
Floating by my lonely with some
Money just to hold me
I don't trust
lonely when night falls
And flooded by memories
You'll say suck it up, big boy
Then you're going to say there will be no after
Only photographs
and drums
Damn I should've gotten beaten some
Spittin' tracks by Mac, T9, Run DMC
Now everybody wanna be around cause of this apocalypse
Get a good look
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