Lyrics:
pour poured is like when Mary J. sang
Every day it rains, so every day the pain
But ignored them, and showed em the rents was to blame
For life is
Back in the days, this shit worked quite right
It was the music that got me by, music touch my soul
Music from the ghetto
Ain't nobody tell me how
Mary Mary’s little lamb is
One of three absorbed
My friend, you are the pecking order’s whore
Kshhht! Roger dodger
Camp of the squalid contra
The single
call it Ice-T
Kush by the seven, I call it Mike Vick
She call me officer I hit her with my nightstick
My swag so mean need anger management
You call it
the neighborhood we lived in
It was dangerous
Peep this
One day we went to St. Mary's Park
In the middle of a shoot-out
Where the guns would spark
We didn't know
to cook
I'll show you how to get money cause I wrote the book
And I ain't about to stop
I'm all about my guop
And I get paid off Mary J call it that cash
the day) (When?) (Back in the day)
I'm still back in the days, but now the year is eighty-seven
Eighty-eight that's when my crew and I were in junior
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
I call it antifreeze
Take one sip a drop off to her knees
Mista V.I.P, get like me. Ice piece on white beat', I call it Iced-t
Cush by the seven's
Got a roach in my pocket, took Mary J to dine
Let me clear my throat
(Yeah, yeah)
Have mercy babe, I hope you don't mind, mind
I'm on a fucking boat
to build a special runway just to get him down.
Before the Chieftains could start to play,
Seven creamy pints came out on a tray.
Shergar was ridden by
These boys askin questions bout the way i live
I can spend all this fuckin dinero
In a day
Fat ass shawty facetime me ambitionz on my way
Sippin
just kept throwin em back
And they say to keep ya eyes on the prize
But vision crossed feelin lost in these days and times
I might black out in a daze
to the socks
I ain't switchin' up shit, on God, but a Glock (damn)
J's at the door, they ain't even gotta knock
Shit beatin' at the door, when it jumped out
warm at night
C I’ve been walking down the old streets
Am looking at all the cobblestones
G the people are passing me by
Fmaj7 I’m trying not
HOWARD STARK
This is the key to the future.
I'm limited by the technology of my time.
But one day you'll figure this out.
And when you do...you will
sing Him songs I sent you seven (Seven, seven)
Glory to the Son that ascended up into heaven (cnd descended)
God made cdam, cdam came by Him
Noah came by
again. Gonna try and sleep again...
sleep again, sleep, sleep, sleep...
So much for keeping a consistent journal.
It's day 6 or 7. I laid the blueprint
& This is like Kanye West through the wire
I Mix this shit up like it's jambalaya
I splash everyday I need new atire
My weed get dropped off by an Uber
[Chorus]
[Keyshia Cole]
See, Mary J. I want you to understand you paved the way (for me)
I'm givin' homage (to you)
my friends 'cause it's just how we were made
And with every passing day life is feeling great
Sippin' warm Baja Blast even God knows I fucking ate
some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade,
That's word to black sheep, I don't care what the herd say
Homegrown Mary Jane, perfect ten playmate
420 bunny, every day we gon' celebrate
My cutie pie
know that's for sure
Five six seven eight
J4YY-B the best no room to debate
Eight seven six five
Might as well be the best rapper alive
Four three two
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