Lyrics:
real ass nigga from the east bay
?w-e-l-l-t-e-p-are-o-o-f?
For the niggas who kid yourself by losin' your fuckin' death
Bloaw! bloaw!
Cap, we do it
make sure they can't keep the pace
Nah you cannot relate fuck it I was a mistake
Watch me level the field baby gone roll me a J
Started in the P&J's now
""What If I Told You I Love You""
(M. Finney, J. Stringfellow)
Put that needle on that record man
It's something good for the soul
Something you all
with money with all of my homies ain't fucking with none of these broads
Hustling just to show out for these bitches you lost
In love but you ain't
it's my first time, g I'm coming fast
Don't be fooled by the love, you don't know them guys
They be smiling in your face plotting your demise
Have you
steady
I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin'
Lil Momma I love p****, but I ain't lickin'
Now prepare yourself for some new dick'n
You
Ghetto love got 'em feelin', um hm yeah yeah
In the summer I hit the front porch wit a morning be
Sippin' on the duce duce OZ
And I be killin' me how
to lecture us
Lace up them J's
We got a long walk ahead of us
So you want freedom
Do you want to feel young
Accept my invitation
I ain't waiting
R.S.V.P time
I J A (Yes, yes)
O U I J A (Yes, yes)
The curtains are moving
Though the windows are closed
I swear i feel the chill
Of gathering ghosts
sayin'?
H.C.P we fixin' to rock this, we did it again, you know what I'm sayin'?
[Crunchy Blac]
Let me tell you a lil' somethin' real
Around here a nigga
Parody of "Man Of Constant Sorrow" (Traditional)
New lyrics by Cledus T. Judd/Chris "P. Cream" Clark/ Cledus Crap Anthems(SESAC)/Of Music, Inc.
call it a wrap
Told bro get squares but he'd rather trap
Stack that dough then I might invest
Seen J's on my feet now she ain't impressed
She wants
drive a Mercedes Benz
That don't mean I'm gonna be trickin' on skins
See all I'm sayin' is la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, love me
It's Grand P, twist
met you this week
Okay (K) than I, fast forward and then the day went by
No Jays (J) on feet, amazing sky, it was about 5:15
We were in line for
balling hard like the pacers
I'm balling hard like the NBA
Niggas don't want me to be great
Yeah
Niggas in the way and I'm making moves in a P J
Man I swear
But I must forgive me
So I can love me
(Repeat Tag)
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and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
breaking her back
Hallelujah cause I'm young and I'm black
I'm Pablo Redd not a crib, not a blood
I'm stuck in the trap rolling J's getting high
I don't need
to weigh it
They don't wanna be your peace got me meditating
Kevin Samuels died them bitches celebrated
I love hard but I trust a hoe as far as I can see one
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never
a nigga need a check
Bout to bust a vein so I gotta stop blood
Reign from the chi where we show no love
Like O.J. or Danny niggas keep that glove
In case
a crib somewhere by the rich folks
Same old young nigga used to kick doors
The whole world love me cause they know my shit cold
If not, I switch hoes every
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