Lyrics:
ah,motija ah
Cos we came from the trenches
Doesn't mean we ain't blessed ah
Molenu omo ekun is plenty ah
Mojawon,mojawon temi kaalo ah
One by one komalo fori
the loot, burn down the stores we want something new
Popping on cops cause they be the opps, chocking us out y’all do that a lot
Man I’m a march until this
remember there was nights I would just crash in the dorm when we was making beats
We was doing all types of shit man, when we first got out we did the first
we promise to obey You,
And to walk in all Your ways,
Lord in every situation,
We'll bring the sacrifice of praise.
by Kirk Dearman
© 1984 John
Hell we livin is never forgivable
It come down to DP and The Coup
Remember Huey, Bobby Hutton, George, Fred and them
Fuck the po-po, local, state, fed
[Verse 1]
I remember thinkin' back to how it was back then, thinkin' bout how we're all like George in Of Mice And Men
I remember thinkin' I needed
Stand By Your Man. That's what I'm talkin' about.
Dolly Parton, Loretta Lynn, Connie Smith, Johnny Paycheck, remember him - Take This Job and Shove It;
in the music
It's all in the music
It's kinda ill how we grip these bitches in the Bonneville
It's kind of a thrill, my mind it will spill, my
a beer
And get on up in the truck
It's going down tonight
It's all on me
It's B-Y-O-B, and I've got all we need
Yeah boy I'm bout to show me a city slicker
ready, tonight
We're gonna make this a night to remember
What, what, what, what, what, what
All Out
Wanna Blow
H World, come on, come on, come on,
The game hasn't changed
Just only the names
Oh, no no no, the blood of my sands
Is all on yo hands
And all that we get is more packed churches
More black
shining through
So Close your eyes, make a wish
Hope it comes true
The years have gone by, but I remember it as kid,
My dad slowing down so we could get
keep em closed
I remember days we ain’t have it
Now a young nigga big status
It’s no play straight action
Naw lil nigga no cappin
I remember days we
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
Love the mafioso movies
Grew up thinkin' shit was normal
Til I seen us do the same
Then we get locked or George Floyded
Give a fuck about these views
If
a mountain that we really want to climb
The road is hard, hard and long
Put down that two by four
This man would never turn you from his door
Oh George! Oh
hope you ain't mad at all
Cuz I'm sitting here sounding like I'm sad and all
I remember all the times that we had a ball
Bro sitting on the couch
nervous, but I just, uh, I --
Dr. stewart: all right, and you were referred to me by anyone...?
Gary phelps: to be honest with you, I saw your name in
Yea, man we came from the bottom
Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!
Man these women treat you different when you popping
Well I ain't
Making plays in the city like I'm Boston George
When the pack come in they auction for it
I'm on the block no power forward
All that bitching ain't
to insane, I rain firewater
Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order
I got my sword cross your throat you joke
We on the run with the golden guns, get
Up now
Me and all my people we go up now
I remember times when we we're locked out
Now all of that trauma laid and chalked out
In that brand new
(you promise?)
I will never put my hands on you, come on, and think about it
We ain't even got to talk when we see each other
We got it all chalked
truth,
I've had enough of reading things,
By neurotic psychotic, homophobic hypocrites,
All I want is the truth,
Just give us the truth,
All we
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