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Collins Ave

by Acey Ace

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Yo A yiggy yo Ya llege yo HGP mane My dawg just got roped, man he just got roped Caught him selling dope, caught him selling dope Pocket full of stones, pocket full of stones But he just called it hope, he just called it hope Tired of being broke, tired of being broke This here ain't no joke, this here ain't no joke We just want the gold, we just want the gold A life we've never known, life we've never known The system be like "nope", yeah they tell us nope They want us hanging from a rope, hanging from a rope So we get on the road, we get on the road But we got nowhere to go, got nowhere to go Ain't no stopping us, we can't fold So we stocking up on them pesos 'Fore they lock us up and it's case closed Act like you ain't know Life can be stressful Sometimes it's best to just let go And hop in the whip and just roll Hop in the whip and just roll Cruising in a hoopty down Collins Ave Looking at the lifestyle I'll never have But I ain't tripping 'cause I'm chilling with my homies Cruising in a hoopty down Collins Ave Looking at the lifestyle I'll never have But I ain't tripping 'cause I'm chilling with my homies Sometimes life can seem hopeless to me Been going through things, yeah I've been going through things And my dawgs' still stranded on the block serving up dope to the fiends You know what that means,huh? They might not make it home But we get on the road, life is rough and takes its toll So we head to the beach for that stress relief Get some trees, mack on some freaks, call it therapy Head to Fat Tuesday scope out some fat booties Walk past some old schoolmates; they act like they never knew me Cause they look in my eyes and see a lost soul But I ain't bad to the bone, no, just at a crossroads Two funerals in one week and they wonder why I get no sleep So I got look out for my homies in hopes I never have to pour out O.E. mane Shoot up drugs or shoot up clubs They don't believe in love where I come from They don't receive no love where I come from But all we need is love where I come from Cruising in a hoopty down Collins Ave Looking at the lifestyle I'll never have But I ain't tripping 'cause I'm chilling with my homies Cruising in a hoopty down Collins Ave Looking at the lifestyle I'll never have But I ain't tripping 'cause I'm chilling with my homies Cruising in a hoopty down Collins Ave (Yeah, HGP mane) Cruising in a hoopty down Collins Ave (Fail Gang mane, Acey Ace mane) Cruising in a hoopty down Collins Ave Looking at the lifestyle I'll never have But I ain't tripping 'cause I'm chilling with my homies That's all folks But I ain't tripping 'cause I'm chilling with my homies But I ain't tripping 'cause I'm chilling with my homies

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