Lyrics:
I met this girl late last year
She said don't you worry if I disappear
I told her I'm not really looking for another mistake
I called an old friend
bring the heat, like the heats
No Miami (Huh?)
Callin up the plug need the OG and the Amie son
Next thing that I know is im so geeked and its so...
(I don't)
(Want to talk)
(And I'm not)
(Picking up)
(The phone)
(You really don't)
Another night
Smoking this tree
Up all alone
I don't
Want to talk
(This one's goin' out to the strip joints
Yo, meet me at Suzy's Rendez-vous
For every Go-Go Bar
I'ma send this one out to the gentlemen's clubs
a regular back in oh three
Drank by the age of eight like I was kobe
Mix purple with the yellow all by my lonely
Got up out the drought now my mind clear
See
sprayed up the club.
Bitch nigga, bow your head in the presence of G's
Load the lead up and squeeze.
I'm a great dane, niggaz is fleas.
Fuckin rats can't
someone to follow
Is it time for us to take the lead?
Everyday another tragedy
Ain’t it sad to see?
I’m so tired of the apathy
Ain’t we a family?
Yuh
Police
What you wanna talk about
I dont wanna talk it out
Try picking another rout
My stiff arm will walk it out
I lost faith and lost my ways
Too caught
hesitate
I ain't gonna get into the drugs I use to medicate
Skam he by my side he pourin' dubs in a fanta grape
V.I.P my circle it ain't nothin' but another
Two thirty baby, won't you meet me by The Bean?
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is, whenever I visit
Windy city, she
brain
I grip the grain and fly by
Say dog you got that good up in the hood we call it mid
Grade another thing we do some call it blow, some call it
the heat
By that ignorance, bliss and sin
The earth burned by the sun
The feelings and passions flaring in the wind
A salty breeze tickles my skin
While I
casualty
Or swopped up by the cavalry
Seemed like I had a little vendetta on the inside
I had to write it up
Fix a couple of things that were tied
We don't follow stop signs niggas better get it right
Seeing my past got me thinking every single night
I might fuck around and buy myself another
club no things to cover
Roaming this fruit i couldn't bite
Growing plants of regret and suffer
But not anymore it's been long enough
Remember
Uh, ay, uh, ay, uh, ay, ay, ay
(mumbling) Here we go, here we go
Let's get it
It's Young Jizzle and I'm back with Timbo (whoa)
With another
Uh, ay, uh, ay, uh, ay, ay, ay
(mumbling) Here we go, here we go
Let's get it
It's Young Jizzle and I'm back with Timbo (whoa)
With another
as a Schedule I substance by the DEA
crack is wreaking havoc on (?) the inner city and the suburbs
With the war on drugs reaching a fever pitch
law enforcement
Got smoked by the maridoe
Getting bent was my favorite show
Got lost in your oldest daughter
Almost drowned in some holy water
I was drinking trynna
ya'll tone
Now you see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya
It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club
back, relax
Catch your contact
It's just another bomb sack
I burnt like it was Compact Disc
Flick the ash, take another sip
Mix and match
I mix down
do breaks and I don't do type beats
Once again lil wavey on hijinks
Them lil trips make me wanna go try things
Don't even mind me
I'm holdin it tighly
Fuck your shitty ass 925, I be out here Tryna get my shit right
Took me 25 years to get this lesson, gonna be a legend by 27
Fuck Club 27, was hyped by
You niggas really thought that I was done, wake up I pray and roll another one
First I was down but now a nigga up, watch how I pull up in that benz
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