Lyrics:
This old town is filled with sin
It'll swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home right away
You've got three years to pay
But
Funny how
Back then
When we was looking
For the cash cow
Too many times
I'm getting caught up in the past now
Man life was too easy just some years ago
This old town is filled with sin,
It'll swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn.
(So) Take it home right away,
You've got three years
Man, these niggas don't understand
For you, I take a stand
I'ma lie up on that motherfuckin' stand
Man, these niggas don't understand
Thirty years
(yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah
I-I-I treat bitches like some shoes, I cop 'em by the pairs (it's Dolph)
She like when I grab her neck and pull her
Thirty-eight strands we through em on the table
Sampled em all one by one I was able
They all taste good, defeated to smoke
Next the two footer, I wanted
thirty bags down to the projects
I got one, two, three, four shooters clutchin' carbines
I got bad bitches and they ass fat
Rock designer bags
After thirty five years the grass still don't grow in that rock hard west Texas ground
Where my old dad still clings to that old coyote town
Like horses
I'm balling on the courts like I'm pulling up for the 3
House paid for like my cars and I own 3
Living like a lotto winner on pick 3
Homie on the way
This old town is filled with sin
It will swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home right away
You've got three years
This old town is filled with sin
It will swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home right away
You've got three years
Put the talk on the beginnin' right now, alright
And then you gon' just keep goin' to the next verse
Short Dog in the house, fuckin' with my nigga
Put the talk on the beginnin' right now, alright
And then you gon' just keep goin' to the next verse
Short Dog in the house, fuckin' with my nigga
thirty three
Dang near forgot my epinine milli-mi
It's unlawful for me to forget my pepper folks
Yeah all my reapers and stealers would like it
For
don't know how we puts it down
Trick ass motherfuckers
Verse 1, Ice Cube:
Let's make it happen, nigga, fuck rappin I'm bellin
With three time felons,
thirty-six, one's twenty-three
Huh, it's hard to believe, but"
You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone
thirty-five years overdue. And you know the funny thing, all these I.O.U's are owed to one person
and I kinda felt like that maybe now would be a pretty good
thirty-six, one's twenty-three
Huh, it's hard to believe, but"
You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone
At 12 years old
I lost three of the boys I grew up
With in one burst of machine-gun fire one
Pull from the misinformed finger of a boy
Probably not much
Beats by Jhay yeah
Aye yeah
Best rapper in Africa yeah I'm really popping
Niggas really asking why I'm being so cocky
You should ask your sister why
got a bank account
Try to run off with the cheese
And you know we staking out
'Cause when I got your log-in I
Saw the address to your house
Treat
Under Thatcher's unfeeling guidance the scenario is one year early.
With the cold mechanism of the pin ball arcade
We're flicked around as numbers by
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
Vanilla gifties
Five years later, self-scan, still it hit for fifty
Hitter finna drop a UAV, really got killers with me
Hi-C, deuce of Wock', Y-3, newest
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