Lyrics:
Dogg Pound Thug Life you know how we Fuckin' do this shit!
You stupid mothefuckers don't get me,
Now take a look inside my mind
That Pen' time made
Xanny tablet
Double cup styrofoam
You Know what I be on
Never leave the house without my Scale and My flip phone
Never leave the house without my
can't hear the phone ring
King Georgy Porgy, eat the pudding pie
If you Kiss my girl, then you gonna die
Me and Sam Adams gone have a big problem
If you
life you knew exactly what you was doing
When you killed him
And you left his wife with all the children
Kids without their father
Sons without their
even then u gone starve without gunnin chillin still don’t pay enuff to be on it speak what u are and just watch u become it never hear me say I’m less
none of these niggas don't understand me
Master P, King George, and Silkk and Cali G
so don't fuck with TRU man
and if you do
this will
dream, travellin' up the stream (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Plug wonder, wonder why you're lonely tonight
We see the girls scream as if we're shocked by
and dreams
The picture together a selfie with you
Colorful dress lights from high up above
You move so silent without footprints and trace
Will you soon go
[daz]
When there's trouble who the fuck can you rely on to die on
On sight, me and my niggas do it wrong or right
I ignite, the fire, marijuana get's me
up shit
They crazy
They don't paint pictures
They just trace me
You know what
Soon they forget who they plucked
They whole style from
And try
up shit
They crazy
They don't paint pictures
They just trace me
You know what
Soon they forget who they plucked
They whole style from
And try
Yeah
Who am I if not a different guy?
Broken hearted from the voices that I hear inside
You saw me different from the start but with distant eyes
I
Just me
Miss you so
I look across the water a picture comes to mind
of days when we were wiser now washed up with the tide
Now I miss you so (I
Yo you think them niggas out there impress me?
Don't none of that shit impress me
Oh I'm supposed to listen cause they on the radio?
Psh I'm
for me to see the
Flashbacks
Flashbacks
All I see are flashbacks
Same picture playing back
Where you at lord?, can you save me?
Cause these flashbacks
We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us
They put em down, we liftin them burners up
You keep sayin word to your mother but word to what?
I
They told me to come clever, whatever
It don't make, it's on you
So I be who I be, and do what I gotta do
I'm one of the few, the proud
zombies won't keep me from bacon
I'm in the jungle like George uh no Macon
Atlantis I'm wetty I love organize Fanta
Atlanta I'm ready I'm growing like
not grievin
Me and my niggas slide the fire, when we got even
I know them crackers got my picture on the board, yeah
Crackers pull me out the whip
Yeah, rappers, spread your cheeks
Pull your panties down, take your wig off
Let me see your bald head, that's right
I got you on Kodak, your pictures
Lose it all
Gain the world
It doesn't matter
Without you
I'd sacrifice
Everything
Just to have you by my side again (uh)
The Lord said let
On the day that America
Fell to its knees
After strutting around for a century
Without saying thank you
Or please
And the shock was subsonic
prick so come on
Please praise me more
It's great that my music bettered
You but I contemplate murder
Every day so don't put me on a pedestal
Plus truly,
you can't get in a bakery
I picture hopelessness from slavery
Can you smell it yet, a few churches that almost care
I know you heathens ready to eat,
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