Lyrics:
tickets man
What do you think? Todd? (He's alive Mike, alive, Todd)
I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes
When Mike came over with
wash of time, we so easily lose sight of the individual tragedies, and the little chance events from which life and death hang in the balance, woven
right
I hope you're having a good time right now
My name is ERO Douglas
And this sonic experience has been brought to you by Stat Oaks
Sit tight and enjoy
I was turning nineteen, on a cold December night
Burning like kerosene for nearly half of my life
And I barely had the GPA to make it out of Eugene
can get some respect and some ends in this motherfucker
[Murs]
Oh F'real well you got a little skill you can do that
but um listen to this story check
of them suffers because of music
Telling Jussy on the phone, bailiffs climbing windows
Tryna' run up in my home and take everything I own
Them girls will
Id rather stay on my J-O and stack a bank roll
But if you real and you down and in public you don't clown holla at me ill be around
(mike Jones) but
discrete
See, I'm not the type of kid to have my biz in the streets
If my mom don't approve, then I'll just elope
Let me save the little man from inside
shit in to chicken salad.
Make no mistake about it, eggs will be laid tonight!
Ain't that right girls? Oh, my girls.
My three favorite schochkies
The men in my little girl's life
The men in my little girl's life
Seems only yesterday, I heard my daughter say
"Daddy! There's a boy outside,
have a little taste, just don't bite my _____
There's enough to go around
Just don't have a meltdown
Mike G got plenty of the knock knock sound
Make sure
Michael Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
discrete
See, I'm not the type of kid to have my biz in the streets
If my mom don't approve, then I'll just elope
Let me save the little man from inside
See, I'm not the type of kid to have my biz in the streets
If my mom don't approve, then I'll just elope
Let me save the little man from inside
the cops ran me off of that
Sometimes I robbed, sometimes sold drugs, but I was bout that
I always was a loner, I use to get drunk
In Douglas Park and curse
do what I gotta do (Bad Boys 2 Baby)
(Risk my life) Risk My Life (The soundtrack)
(In the late night) In the late night (Booka)
But girl I'm a Bad
serious
That's why I expose my soul to the globe, the world
I'm tryin' to make it better for these little boys and girls
I'm not just another individual
girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble
So next time a girl gives you the play
Just remember my rhymes and get the hell away
I was in a bar one
bout this life that I lived only know how I feel
When you walk in my shoes
Back in Charlotte this is my city
Coming home better call me Diddy
Mike
my bed, I'ma lie in it, mum
Live by the gun, die by the gun (chyeah)
All the blood, sweat and tears that I shed was all worth it
When I see my
fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bombs at day care centers and yell "Everybody get out"
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'Cause she
when I first met you in my cousin's house?
A week later, we was fuckin' on your mama couch
Now it's been said that big girls, they don't cry
But they
turns us from boys to men
Stay focused on your focus don’t give your all to men
Cuz I’ve seen women get destroyed by men
Dam my little lyric, But you're
girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble
So next time a girl gives you the play
Just remember my rhymes and get the hell away
I was in a bar one
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