Lyrics:
Old rockin' chair 's got me, and the blues is knockin' on my door.
If you neva' been in love, please don't try to find it out.
If you neva' been in
the ballad of the big guy
Big guy
I'm always steppin with a big stride
Big stride
A lil sceptic with a big eye
Big eye
This is the ballad of the big guy
Big
trigger
A 38 escalate the murder rate, for us niggaz
it's like, microphone roulette cause nowadays MC's is gettin wet
over someone else's fake gangsta
the worst,
Emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm
slippin
I had nothing against you but you came at me dissin
Think your shit is gas just shut the fuck up your trippin
You be sounding out of breath are you
wear" only meek is stretched
Out in the seat behind us, fast
Asleep and snoring lightly with his mouth
Open occasionally we hit a bump
And he wakes up
as you saw someone in a box
You completely disappeared from the
Spot and vanished
Cause that gangsta role is just an act
You ain't problematic
You just
Kick in the door here's the score
Not gonna be a footnote no more
Don't need a tour
Got the layout of the floor
Not slippin' this time, I'm alive
So
outfit on
Gotta get it in
I'm slippin' in the darkness like most of the day is gone
We up all night I wonder if you can hang
We used to hang from
outfit on
Gotta get it in
I'm slippin' in the darkness like most of the day is gone
We up all night I wonder if you can hang
We used to hang from
the P is like steppin
Off from the scenes, I see lights and si-rens
Witness everywhere, but no one seen a thing
When cops ask questions, my description is
I know consistency is key
But it's hard to stay consistent, when you're in the mix and consistently a G
I'm still dishin' out them keys, so I'm
sure, there is
A direct, not inferred, reference in
Her lyrics to "salad tossing"
Which, to be clear
Is the act of being anally probed
By someone else's
run
And don't get caught slippin' you better keep your gun
Drama by the ton but we ready for whatever
Murder murder bullets rainin' where is your
pawns, in someone else's game but ages change
The maze is hidden in your mind and when you finally find it you'll be fine
But till then it's still
what we do
This is what we do nigga - gangsta's talk!
Tell 'em one more time - gangsta talk!
All the homies in the hood - gangsta talk!
[Kurupt]
say life is what you make it
Ima make it
Stack it and flip it
Dead guys what I'm saving
Gotta get it
Kant be lakkin slippin
Pop out for that paper
I got
I'm that brown boy from the couve
Tracker's on cod
Red steppin in my lubes
Dissin on my guys
Boi whatcha tryna prove
Couple months later
He be missin
knows what
I would've done if I wasn't locked
Up right now as soon as
I found out, I told them to just lock me in
And I've basically just been by myself
you better come and get us
'Cause we ain't slippin', tipsy off a gallon of Henny
Leave shots all up in your back in 'em
So when your fallin', shots
steppin to me with garbage
I'm Goldilocks and I'm, taxin your porridge (yeah!)
Ooooooh, cold but yummy
I slept in your bed, and your girl sucks funny
I'm
Tee Slaves on da beat
Yah
Walking thru my hood
Hoodie up feels good
Never catch me slippin
Walk in faith as you should
Walkin thru my hood
Hoodies
watch your back
Cause someone
Someone might run up
Watch out for slimy slugs
Slippin' & slippin' & slippin' away
You know those grimy grubs
Always wanna
seas
Eightball slippin', Dogg Pound trippin'
Back in the mo', where we don't give a fuck
My baby brother NYA, and just he got stuck
By them same
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