Lyrics:
Spurs Go
Hear me in the front row
RC Buford
Spurs up bigger than Houston
Dream team
David Robinson
Towers Twin
George Gervin
No xman
Iceman cool
Finger
the Presidency that month
Jim beat Dwight Eisenhower on the field
The West Point Army kids came and got killed
Twenty-seven, six, showed 'em that native real
a tombstone hand and a graveyard mind
I'm just twenty-two and I don't mind dying
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Now Arlene took a-me by my
like Dasani
Twenty five & I aint pressed about twisting inside Armani
Bring it back for my people & split it until they sign me
[00:55.20]Got me touching
911 is a joke
20 years we got here by actin like common folk
Touring the world like a rolling stone
Then the nineties came
Welcomed y'all
the practice makes perfect of
Psychoanalysister and brother and
One that has occupied piper
The majority rule of
My attention squad by the right
Number one two
knahmsayin?
Peace to the Gods, we got a heavy job... Yo, yo
Trouble follows behind a wicked mind, 20/20 vision
Of the prism of light but still blind
And a little school crew by way of a little white dude
I paid my ten years of dues
Ain't paid a dime on the loan I took to get into school nigga
Wolf pack
days
20 years ago i couldn't even piss straight
15 years ago i was still growing teeth
10 years ago i had my lil Jesus phase
5 years ago i damn near
price
Other times were Kilburn high road
Thirty deep, HMV
Swear security just stood by bro while we'd raid, take CDs
Not gonna lie though it's ironic
traveling by our code, that north is true
Once upon a time these same bright stars did shine
Down the center line leading here
Nearly thirty years ago
Now
Didn't even stop for a minute had to keep going 20 over the limit
You gotta keep your eyes open on the road up ahead of you
And pay attention to your hands
What's that smell? sniff
Smell something cooking and by the way
It's looking like kinda fear based trauma ha
Shall I call an amfibelance or a copter?
In this game
It really keeps you grasped here
Been getting it this past year
It's too early to bask here
Its really been a mad year
But definitely
worked at Wendy's, four for four
(For real)
Come to my job and get sent to the Lord
(Come on) by twenty-one I was rockin' Dior
I'm tryna be rich by
been on my back for years, fuckin with my license
And everytime I'm stopped by dick I see the booking
That making me violent in this wilderness land
road, my best friend since we were three
But we grew up and went our own ways
I don't know where you are today
20 Years gone by since we first met
You
but he would if he can
Hop out marchin' with drums like we play in the band
I come straight out the mud, I ain't been in no sand
Twenty-hour flight,
[master p]
Huh huh, yeah nigga
Y'all remember that shit me and bo did last year
Head for the jack, we done jacked the motherfuckers
And got rich this
and slanging
My squad is a Drum Line for how we be banging uhh
I'm talking damage you can't fix with a bandage
Who Maria gone Carey if she get Nick'd by that
I done fell in love
With them road trips
Road trips
AP on the wrist
It ain’t frozen
Frozen
I done fell in love
With a thick chick
Thick chick
I been
Beats by Choc
Yeah, 8: 28, that's my, that's my birthday
Too yeah
Rest in peace, granny
I hope when you lookin' down on me
You're seein' the man in
Lookin' out at the road rushin' under my wheels
Lookin' back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
In '65 I was seventeen and runnin' up
Lookin' out at the road rushin' under my wheels
Lookin' back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
In '65 I was seventeen and runnin' up
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