Lyrics:
Geronimo, I just go, "Heh"
Solo, my cup is a rojo, my cholo, my friend
So low that I can admit
When I hear that another kid
Is shot by the popo
It ain't
grave
Walk away me boy, walk away me boy
And by morning we'll be free
And wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
And raise what's left
Yall been in the way bro
Aint a day go by iaint tryna make mo
How i make it rain
You make it sprankle
Im feeling comfortable
Iaint no mumbla
Im makin
drinking gin & juice
Now that my cups gone, I'ma get loose
Noticed you from across the room
Show me what that ass do
I'm a gentlemen, I asked you
My
(Obie Trice)
You don't see me in the hood, it's cause I'm doing this man
Niggas, I'm still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens
I
(Let it go, let it go)
Didn't hear from me so really (I don't know, I don't know)
I'm the shit with no flies on me, and I bet when I blow you're like my
had him frozen
He ain't want to believe her 'til she said, "Boy, you got a birthmark above your scrotum
A scar up on your eye, came from when you was
kick knowledge
I said nah that’s just a by product
I’m here for green dollars
What you think you gone stop it
Everybody want attention til it get em
to lose
Everybody gotta die
Say good-bye to the bad guy
That one you fucked when you passed by
Buck buck from a Glock
Tempered glass fly
Do
a drive by on you niggas, make a U-turn for survivors
Take a newborn from his mama, stick a shoe horn in vaginas
Got the coupe on Yokohamas, got the super
this from crooked cops that get blocks from me
(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They
But we'll make it with some plannin that's what god does
I know you hear em talk
It's like they can't listen
Growing up to be a man without a man
back
Touched by the hit stick
My gravy shooter's for coverin' biscuits
Leave like a foreign, hit you with the kiss kiss
I mind my own business (You
a gat, so whassup with that
A to the motherfuckin K
The last words you hear, then the smoke appears
Tears, from your motherfuckin family
They're starin
I'm fresh out of jail you probably thank that I just wanna bone
Hit it, quit it, then delete your # from my mobile phone
Can't you see the tattoo
other's side thru concrete we gon' blossom
I hit you up,like that uncle that I hardly knew
And at times it feels like I don't even deserve to bother you
gon' take me on your private tour
Hol' up, I'ma lay you on your pretty face
And hit it from the back
Like you hit the brakes
Got a pretty face
Need you back in my arms again
Passion calls from deep inside
It only happens when my love cries
[Chorus]
You make my heart sing [Repeat x6]
When
take your body higher
'Cause if it don't then I know you're a liar
Don't lie, you want some love that'll make you cry
Seventeen tongues licking from
for the way I clap back
Couple hours in the oven, cook it well done
Then mix in the juice, dripping off my body
Coming at you with the force of a 12
me bust now
I be aimin' at his head, 'til his body fall down
You know I be rollin' hard, can't let my body turn down
Pistols out in front the yard,
his face
Sausage shaped red shit hangin from his waist
(SP)
Nigga I'm well connected
By the time you hear this I'll be in jail but I probly got
don't wanna live or die by the gun
I ain't gotta be scared but, I ain't gotta run
From my mind, from you niggahs, everybody gonna shun
Try to fill
one can ever make me feel so sure like you
it's all in me oh baby can't you see
you give me butterflies
you give me butterflies
sweet kisses from
.jpg/300px-Cactus_Blossoms-5_(47932948798).jpg "The Cactus Blossoms")
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