Lyrics:
the floor?
What I'm walkin' on is gold
That's the Wizard of Oz
Talkin' yellow brick road
Path I've chosen I'm workin' hard now doors are open
Niggas out here
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
At the Hotel Yorba
I'll be glad to see you later
All they got inside is vacancy
I've been thinking
Of a little place down by the lake
They got a dirty
At the Hotel Yorba
I'll be glad to see you later
All they got inside is vacancy
I've been thinking
Of a little place down by the lake
They got a dirty
weapon
We was king 'til the D's crept in
And now I'm missin' 'em
Ooh, I'm missin' you
Tell me why the road turns, why it turns
Ooh, I'm missin' you
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
Draw down with that Tec and bleed
I'm rockin' v-neck with V's (VVS's)
I pull up with a bitch and let her rip it real rapid
We live by the codes
You know sex 'em up a little bit
You know what I mean?
You're the honey that I see when I'm riding by
The one giving me a feeling that I can't deny
said, 'I'm drunk and I'm late,'
As he tore down the road and up to his gate.
The one, the one, don't go for the one,
don't go for the one, for the one,
card
Fritz in the sky so you know imma fucking star
Three shows in a month imma road runner
Told her I'm stone cold hit her with the stunner
Tell me how
a coffee bar
I took a trip down Charing Cross Road
With my imitation Gretsch guitar
And my head full of songs and my eyes full of stars
I saw a band
that ass looking just like the
Spook that sat by the door
Known to kill ducks, skills erupt
You ask why? My reply is
"I don't give a fuck"
I'm a Panther,
knee ups
Don't poke out yo chest again
He keep blessing you but tonight you don't wanna get touched by the Reverend
Bitch I'm floating I put on that
and my brother with the bubble bust
I'm on the roof, I'm screaming, I got the juice
One brick, two brick, three brick, four
Now DEA, boy, they
talk my shit until they knock on my door at three in the morn
Gun to the window like Malcolm if they want war
If they want war I got plenty in store
Pen
the window down and breathe as deep as I can
Convince myself I'm satisfied and hit the road again
But I'm still struggling to find them roads
'Cause
your side
Come and meet me at the light
One, two, three, four
Drivin' through the night
Spend a quarter on my ride
Ohhhhh
I'm right by your side
Come
see
I'm on the ground, I need like three more
Open the door to the aventador
I'm in the Lamb truck, going too fast down the road
Like woah
Like woah
on
Hit a nigga dead in the chest, like Saquon with the stiff arm
Damn, I'm thinkin' drive bys (yeah, yeah), yeah
Walk ups, run downs, kick doors and lay
you were the boldest too/
Ok/
You like a nigga/
I’m a gentleman, gangsta/
Rob ya say thank ya/
Hold the door, spank ya/
But I, hold it down like
thee,
How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee five by five
Five for the five that stayed alive
Four for the four that stood at the door
Three for
it out, y'all, in the house, y'all
So I can show and flow and let the people know
So won't you ease on down to the yellow brick road to Compton
But
I went three steps backward, but then I came through four
Man's never brought jakes to my mum's door
Man's tryna put P's in my mum's purse
Man's
faded
Faded everywhere I fucking go
Faded when I'm bustin on your hoe
Faded when I go hits the road
Faded while I'm flipping all this dough
I'm faded,
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