Lyrics:
man)
Slowly make it around to my god damn point
We ain't cool like we were yeah that's a disjoint
And I'm disappointed about what you chose
You were my
said “who the fuck is you
Nah who the fuck is you tryina tell me what to do
In ya fancy ass clothes and ya church shoes
Don’t make hurt you boy you
Dre
I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof
That if I went gold, I'd go right through the roof
He'd say, "what if you went
but I'd rather run the regime
I'd rather run the world than live American dreams
I coulda been a star but I'd rather roll with the team
Ain't worried
there’s nothing more to me I can see
You said stop that, baby, boohoo
Cry for me like Jodeci and I will tantalize you
Open up like blossoms bloom and I
just be dwindling
Snap in 60 seconds got the power of a minute man
I know God got a bigger plan
I guess I just ain't seen it yet
Hoping that He show me
the teachers said I was a waste of skin
I'd never amount to nothing, NO! I never be like him
Every single day, I got down on my knees and I would pray
God I
Pacific Bell
No problem bitch
Oh, what's up blood?
Yeah
This is Ryan D. man
Yeah
You know where am at
Up here with my boy Tac
They got my boy G up
the tinted shivs
She said, "What's your perfume?"
I said, "I'm stinkin', stinkin' rich"
I went from a chump to a champ, yes I flipped this script
You'd get
life is not my own
I know this house just ain't a home
Unless you're right here by me
So if I die don't cry come on
Pick up the pieces and move along
loaded
Wit that 40 grip
Even riding tinted
They know who’s in it
Niggas that mind they business get Paid
So That must be how you a broke bitch ain’t it
Man
the mic, and listen to this shit man
I said stroke 40 guys, and 2 big fags
Babies all on my teeth
You can go in my jaw, grab them balls
Stroke that BBC
Put
Hell rell - by your side.
[ intro ]
This song is about somebody who was real close to me-
Even when my so called hommies turned to bitches, they was
Beach chair, pichet by the sea shore
Sure, mais qu'est-ce que je suis supposé faire en vacances?
Tout ce que je sais faire c'est faire des records pis
needs said, ha
Fuck you, cock ass suckers
You'd suck a dick to be the top motherfucker
Better keep me off record, I'm setting records
Telling truth by
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
shoulder-to-shoulder
Welcome to Nashville
We crossed against the light on Broadway, we just got into town
Nobody saw the blind man who was showing us around
He'd
still play ball the same
I like to cheat a little bit just to run in my game
But y'all niggas ain't here, can't believe this shit
Thought you'd always be
don't wanna talk to those who talk blank
My flows have been chosen from my think tank
I suppose you could close oppose my ink bank
I bet you couldn't do
from your man behind the curtain
Mr. latest tax evasion guru
Ain't it a shame that us poor ones have to cry?
Your medical mafia meanies keep us barely
Or will he run and hide
You don't know cuz things ain't clear
And baby when you cry
Is he gonna stand by your side
Does the man even know you're alive
I got
throw it
If you a shorty, then come throw it
They asked around who killed the man
"Was it R.K.?", you know it
Y'all think that I ain't like that, got
even Dave ain't been the same Chappelle
If you don't tell your story they gon' tell it for you
Who's on the panel that's a rebel for you?
God said
I remember good times
And I remember bad
Remember I was broke
And trust me I ain't going back
Remember who was there
Remember who ain't last
I
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