Lyrics:
you believe the nerve of this dude?
Cause of your memory I won't bring in the pistols
(Wondering if your the same and who's been with you)
But he got
Can you believe the nerve of this dude?
Cause of your memory I won't bring in the pistols
(Wondering if your the same and who's been with you)
But he
(Trell got that juice Nigga)
Long live LG, Long live Chop, Long live John
Long live all the guys nigga
I wanna tell you that I love you before it's too
do this for my city coz I wanna make my city love me
Do it like nobody do it like you doing it
Do it like nobody do it like you doing it
Do it like
believe in shootin' stars
But she believe in shoes and cars
Wood floors in the new apartment
Couture from the store's department
You more like "love
[Intro/Chorus fading in and out in background]
Ok, ok, (heeeyyyy) yeah
We back in this bitch (Lovely Daze like this...)
Jim Jones nigga (you
him to feel what it's like to every moment face his death
Well, I keep seeing this stuff and it just comes a-rolling in
And you know it blows right
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, Quik check this out dog
You know motherfuckers be doing way way too motherfucking much
You know? That's real
Just like
and take me a walk
It might make me feel better
I guess I'll go on by ol', ol' John's cabin
See what's happenin' down there
Sounds like the joints
passions
It's like life is just stuck in this boring ass little loop
Where you can't piss nobody off, or else you gonna get screwed
Always gotta play by
put a hole in your son while he's holding your sun chips
While you're over there with a chip on your shoulder
Like you Hova or some shit
Your flow is
You need to get out my crib what you doing here
I don't like you in my crib what you doing here
I got the pesos
Jeff Bezos
I got the pesos
Jeff
right, that's right
Like this, uh this, like that, that, that
John, drop the beat and bring it back, back, back
What's up? What's up? That's right,
on out there, you know, in the free world?" and all
But remember this, pimp: you can't do no time worrying bout what's goin' on outside, ya dig?
So
holler
Pimp, telling you partner, you don't know what you're doing
Or recognize the trouble you getting in to and you're ruin
And dig this man
I spent
holler
Pimp, telling you partner, you don't know what you're doing
Or recognize the trouble you getting in to and you're ruin
And dig this man
I spent
in vain i bring the pain
You lookin kinda sus and strange thats your game
Bring the fear like a toxin you can call me john crane
Scare with itachi
HOOK 2x
If you love me whole that is doing your half
Not one thing in this world that a soul can't have
Ever been so mad that you had to laugh
You
you do, and do what you love
Love what you do, and do what you love
On some days I wanna quit
Most days I'm in love with it
It used to feel like
Do you remember when it was
All about the feelings in the heart
When did this love become so dark
So left field, so bizarre
Only sure would be nice
believe in shootin' stars
But she believe in shoes and cars
Wood floors in the new apartment
Couture from the store's department
You more like "love
am
Being attacked by your accusations simply
Because i got us
In court to help fix this the custody matter?
Why did i have to take you to court to see
It's like this and like that and like this
I try to put my Anger to the pen instead of fists
I'm never giving in, I gotta Take This World By Storm
Until
eating
I spread the love
Cause we all dreaming what it's like to buzz
I always wanna help
If this was someone else in my position
They wouldn't give a fuck
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