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8. | Hustle (feat. Turf Talk and R. City) |
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Sixty-eight inches above sea level
Ninety-three million miles above these devils
Play me in the winter, play me in the summer
Play me in the order, any order
Play me in the winter, play me in the summer
Play me in the order, any order
Play me in the winter, play me in the summer
Play me in the order, any order
We got another one pimp
Rock, wake 'em up, boy
Sick with 'em records, E40, Warner Brothers
I'm trying to get my beak wet
I'ma let you shoot the dice and I'm a sign that
Still hungry just ate
My game the same size as a dinner plate
The bay ain't been the same since I took a break
Where you been 40, buying real estate?
I can't stop
Play me fast, fuck around and get mollywopped
Just got my car up out the shop
What color you paint it pimp? Apricot
You 'bout to spot me at a function with a petticoat
Wipin' the sweat off my face with a C-Note
They call me uncle 40 one
The ambassador, the top tamale
And to you slackers tryna' hate
40 [Incomprehensible] doin' great
I'm the ambassador, I'm the ambassador
I'm the ambassador, I'm the ambassador
I'm the ambassador, I'm the ambassador
I'm the ambassador of the game
I'm the ambassador, I'm the ambassador
I'm the ambassador, I'm the ambassador
I'm the ambassador, I'm the ambassador
I'm the ambassador of the game
Play me in the winter , play me in the summer
I'm an old schooler and a newcomer
40 got spinach y'all, he be gassin'
After all these years he still snappin'
That's what people be sayin'
There's something about him, he got some dylon rings
Real balkin', people really care about him
Local boy made good
Ex D-boy made it out the hood
Got his gouda out the park
Used to cook yola in a relish jar
If a sucka' pillow talk and softies out the water
Don't you sit there and let him murder mouth yo' partna'
Teach his ass a lesson
Tune him up, give him the thirty-second treatment
I'm the ambassador, I'm the ambassador
I'm the ambassador, I'm the ambassador
I'm the ambassador, I'm the ambassador
I'm the ambassador of the game
I'm the ambassador, I'm the ambassador
I'm the ambassador, I'm the ambassador
I'm the ambassador, I'm the ambassador
I'm the ambassador of the game
I live in the Bay with the sting rays and sharks
Delta a'eels, blind veels and sky marks
You can't be no mark
Marshmallows get popped if they ain't got no heart
Thumper happy, I hear they like to clap
Don't get mad or come back, get down where they mad at
We'll finish it if you start it
Air the club out like a motherfucka', park it
Money maniac
Scorpio, that's my zodiac
Ain't nothin' new under the sun
I reach in my pocket and give my one to the bums
When the homie go down
We bail his ass out, we pass the hat around
I remember when the thought the west was a goner
I gave us CPR and brought us out of coma
I'm the ambassador, I'm the ambassador
I'm the ambassador, I'm the ambassador
I'm the ambassador, I'm the ambassador
I'm the ambassador of the game
I'm the ambassador, I'm the ambassador
I'm the ambassador, I'm the ambassador
I'm the ambassador, I'm the ambassador
I'm the ambassador of the game
Play me in the winter, play me in the summer
Play me in the order, any order
Play me in the winter, play me in the summer
Play me in the order, any order
Play me in the winter, play me in the summer
Play me in the order, any order
Play me in the winter, play me in the summer
Play me in the order, any order
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Show them how to break they ankles, mayne
Yeah, E-40 and Shawty Lo
Hey, let's go
From the West Coast to Atlanta
If a nigga gonna hate, well, got damn 'em
Hey, gonna break ya ankles
Hit the dance floor
Gonna break ya ankles
Go stupid, get retarded
(Dumb, dumb)
Wake the game up, them boys made it
(Dumb, dumb)
Hey, gonna break ya ankles
We be the shit out of me
Gonna break ya ankles
This a boy, this thang slap
I brought the whole hood with me, brought the whole trap
Mama, this your song, you know the lyrics
Gonna break ya ankles, yeah, that's the spirit
Go nutty, go bananas, go berserk
Show them how to do it, let me see your foot work
We runnin' up a tab, havin' money so we spend it
Bottles everywhere, celebrating like we won the pennant
You recognize the fixture, you see the brightling watch
You get the big picture, you know that I'm a boss
I'mma show up, I'mma show out
From the West Coast to the dirty south
Hey, let's go
From the West Coast to Atlanta
If a nigga gonna hate, well, got damn 'em
Hey, gonna break ya ankles
Hit the dance floor
Gonna break ya ankles
Go stupid, get retarded
(Dumb, dumb)
Wake the game up, them boys made it
(Dumb, dumb)
Hey, gonna break ya ankles
We be the shit out of me
Gonna break ya ankles
Fresh off tour, I brought a mil with me
Now the whole club gonna have to deal with me
Like 3-6, tear the club up
Like Pac-Man 'cause I don't give a fuck
I'm throwing big bucks, cash everywhere
Shawty over here, 40 over there
You know the broads out 'cause the stars out
You see the parking lot, we brought the cars out
We going stupid, get retarded
And we ain't playin' with 'em, we came to party
I brought a lot of doe, I'm steadin' throwin' singles
So hit the dance floor, so gonna break ya ankles
From the West Coast to Atlanta
If a nigga gonna hate, well, got damn 'em
Hey, gonna break ya ankles
Hit the dance floor
Gonna break ya ankles
Go stupid, get retarded
(Dumb, dumb)
Wake the game up, them boys made it
(Dumb, dumb)
Hey, gonna break ya ankles
We be the shit out of me
Gonna break ya ankles
Do it like this, do it like that
Do it like this, then you do it like that
Break it on down, show 'em how to clown
Mean mug with it, let me see you rep your town
All street money, bonafide trapper
Never seen a check, ballin' like a rapper
80 on the arm, a hundred on my neck
Shoe game sick, in The Bay we call it wet
More jury than the court room, glowin' like the moon
More jury than the court room, I'mma tycoon
Designer everything, throw it in the bag
I don't know how much it costs, I don't look at price tags
From the West Coast to Atlanta
If a nigga gonna hate, well, got damn 'em
Hey, gonna break ya ankles
Hit the dance floor
Gonna break ya ankles
Go stupid, get retarded
(Dumb, dumb)
Wake the game up, them boys made it
(Dumb, dumb)
Hey, gonna break ya ankles
We be the shit out of me
Gonna break ya ankles
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Hustling till I die, drink the bar dry
There go that man again, right back in the public eye
Drunk like Mel Gibson, get high, got a ton of DUI's
Cognac sipping, XO, me and my guys
Born in colossal, living our lives
Trying to get this bobble head bobbin' so she can follow me to my ride
So I can make a dentist to convince her to open wide
Kick her out when I'm finished, take my baller ass back inside
Drug terminology, corner talk that's all I know
California mentality, ask about me pimp I go
You can check my track record, I don't like to feud
But if I must I'll have your head severed
Blacks live in traps, zones and projects
Corner boy greeting crack in the apartment complex
World wide outside of the Bay they give me my stacks
Do business with head execs and corporate execs
He ain't going nowhere, the boy too nice
He done it again and got rich twice
Keep a thump on top
We ain't broke, we papered up
He ain't going nowhere, the boy too nice
He done it again and got rich twice
Keep a thump on top
We ain't broke, we papered up
Cut him off like an umbilical cord, turn off his lights
We need to silence that brother, his voice too strong on the mike
I make it look easy but it's not, I'm just doing Feazy
Why should I stop now, pimp, The Game need me?
Be a real one, pimp, go get it and do what he used to
Trying to get this music scrapping, move it, push it and groove it
Louis luggage, rugging and rushing my intellect
Got suckas hollering and screaming my hood set
Designer socks on my Chevy box shaking the car
You need my alpha minute, too heavy I can't stop
Gaming plot, all my dudes on the grave clock
Hope I die and rock on my funeral on my block
The streets they don't play fair
The mayor, he really don't care
Momma worked 3 jobs, trying to keep a roof on hour heads
Bologna sandwiches, pulled the mold off the bread
He ain't going nowhere, the boy too nice
He done it again and got rich twice
Keep a thump on top
We ain't broke, we papered up
He ain't going nowhere, the boy too nice
He done it again and got rich twice
Keep a thump on top
We ain't broke, we papered up
Gotta a lil' thump, we got what you need
If you want it, got to copy it from me
We are sure you too could see that it's real
Everywhere we go we burn down the hills
Automatics and semi's, high performance and hemi's
In the thick of the soil, we think Buick's is Bentley's
Coffee pots boil, burn, fly, simmer and stew
I'm off of this oil y'all, I hope you is too
Out of the Beverly camp you need a crew
Showing our underwear, exactly that's what we do
Turf dropping and stacking and money making
Surfing, earthquake slapping and trunk rattling
He ain't going nowhere, the boy too nice
He done it again and got rich twice
Keep a thump on top
We ain't broke, we papered up
He ain't going nowhere, the boy too nice
He done it again and got rich twice
Keep a thump on top
We ain't broke, we papered up
Gotta a lil' thump, we got what you need
If you want it, got to cop it from me
We are sure you too can see that it's real
Everywhere we go we burn down the hills
Got rich twice, damn, got rich twice, damn
Got rich twice, damn, got rich twice, damn
Nigga, I'd done it again, damn
Nigga, I'd done it again, damn
Nigga, I'd done it again, damn
Nigga, I'd done it again, damn
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(feat. The Game & Snoop Dogg)
[Chorus:]
I'm doing everything I can to get my buzz on
Trying not to feel this pain no more
That's why I'm pooping these pills and smoking this dro
And drinking this Henney straight
Trying not to feel this pain no more
[Verse 1: E-40]
I came from the bottom of the barrel, to everyday new apparel
From a shoe string budget to more jewelry than a pharaoh
Up out a place called Vallejo, house smaller than a hut
First city in California to go bankrupt
Came a long way, let the truth be told
Penitentiary chances sweating over the stove
Seen them come and go, I'm the last of my crop
Don't compare me to nobody unless you're talking bout Pac
Just trying to survive and stay alive, so many of my people done died
Nowadays, you're an O.G. if you live to be 25
My partner in there with his grand-daddy doing 25
Lifting water bags, doing burpees exercise
I hand pick my friends cause people ain't trustable
Feelings like broads, their motives is questionable
Suckers sneak diss me and call me up on the phone
They say, '40 Water, I just wanna be on'
[Chorus:]
I'm doing everything I can to get my buzz on
Trying not to feel this pain no more
That's why I'm pooping these pills and smoking this dro
And drinking this Henney straight
Trying not to feel this pain no more
[Verse 2: Game]
They say money makes the world go round
And since I'm worth twenty mil, I wanna see this bitch spin like the rims on a schwinn
Hop on that bike, ride through the neighborhood
Compton on smash, them boys get Cash Money like Baby do
I got a scar over my heart, cause that's what hating'll do
So watch your back like a tattoo artist
A coffin don't fuck about who the hardest
You lay where the people who mourn pray
Get your name etched in stones with your born day
Small talk over a glass of Grand Marnier
As I sip from the glass, my mind starts packing this Louis Vuitton bag
Take a trip to the past, hear that shot going blast
See my brother lying dormant, IV's in his arms
Can't you see he got a piss bag
17 years old, and you niggaz wonder why I'm so cold
[Chorus:]
I'm doing everything I can to get my buzz on
Trying not to feel this pain no more
That's why I'm pooping these pills and smoking this dro
And drinking this Henney straight
Trying not to feel this pain no more
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Let me get a fifth of some brandy, a plate of some candy
Cindy, Sandy, Mindy Mandy
Tina, Brandy, Keisha, Angie
Man we, can't we all get along
Two shots of Patron, I did it till the break of dawn
Big fish in a pond, running my triathlon
Doggy Dogg keep the bone
One of a kind, blow you mind
Just like Einstein, born to shine
I'm getting mine prime time like 21
Get 'er done, everything in my life, I make it look like fun
Everyday of my life, I'm trying get my buzz on
Cause on some other shit, I'm keeping it on the under bitch
So much pain I overcame, same thang
Me, E-40, and Game came from the same gang
But you wouldn't understand
I'm populating with my? 's translation
That's my main man, let me hit that damn thang
[Chorus:]
I'm doing everything I can to get my buzz on
Trying not to feel this pain no more
That's why I'm pooping these pills and smoking this dro
And drinking this Henney straight
Trying not to feel this pain no more
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a nigg what ups we got some lame as niggas they words dont fade me bruh do they know were we from tell them they need a latter to get on our hype shitt whats good........
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, man
It's magic, E40 and my partna T-Pain
(Nappy Boy)
Open up that garage, it's a big fat car
With a big fat bow on top
It's a Bentley Coupe with the roof let back
Now, shawty, you know that's hot
I'mma give her the keys
And I'mma give her the keys
Now shawty sang it to me
And I'mma give her the keys
From a bucket to a Benz
A Benz to a Bentley
Down with me from the start
Got my back like a tank top
When I used to be on the block
She hide my rocks in her yacht
Got a special place in my heart
She knows how to play her part
Every time I look at you, darling
I get a hard on
You sexy without your make up on
I wanna bone
Move you out the hood
I told you I would, I'm not phony
We both from the same place
Grew up on fried bologna
They say the opposites attract
But we gotta a lot in common
Behind every boss player, a boss woman
I'mma fiend when it come to our cooking
You do your thang
Throw down like Paula Dean
Neck bones and collard greens
Open up that garage, it's a big fat car
With a big fat bow on top
It's a Bentley Coupe with the roof let back
Now, shawty, you know that's hot
I'mma give her the keys
And I'mma give her the keys
Now shawty sang it to me
And I'mma give her the keys
Born in the mud, raised in the trap
Down ass broad, never been a sap
If I ever need bail, went to jail and got popped
You'll be Johnny on the spot, you'll come and get me out
A loyalist, not just a friend to me
We was meant to be, we got chemistry
You like it when I lay this pipe
Been around each other so long
They say we starting to look alike
Starting to think alike, getting our money right
Fuss, fight, then make love all night
California king on a California queen
My California dream, we make a good team
Open up that garage, it's a big fat car
With a big fat bow on top
It's a Bentley Coupe with the roof let back
Now, shawty, you know that's hot
I'mma give her the keys
And I'mma give her the keys
Now shawty sang it to me
And I'mma give her the keys
It's the little things that count
Any means much
Can't nothing come between us
Can't nothing separate us
You're my backbone
You my rib, you my chick
You my backbone
You my rib, you my chick
It's the little things that count
Any means much
Can't nothing come between us
Cant nothing separate us
You my backbone
You my rib, you my chick
You my backbone
You my rib, you my chick
Yeah, man, it's a drought on loyal females, man
The good ones is hard to find man
So when you find a good one, man
Hold on to that broad, man, you hear me?
Open up that garage, it's a big fat car
With a big fat bow on top
It's a Bentley Coupe with the roof let back
Now, shawty, you know that's hot
I'mma give her the keys
And I'mma give her the keys
Now shawty sang it to me
And I'mma give her the keys
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Hustle, my name
I, I live and sleep on these streets
'Cause I have got to get mine, my fam, see, we gotta eat
So when people ask me why, why don't ever I slow down?
Oh, I just simply reply, I don't really know how
So I, hustle, hustle, hustle
(I'ma hustler, believe me)
You know I hustle, hustle, hustle
(And this ain't easy)
So I hustle, hustle, hustle
(I'ma hustler, believe me)
You know I hustle, hustle, hustle
(And this ain't easy)
Money and muscle
I gotta black belt in hustling
I'm doing my thang
Chain around my neck look like a playground swing
Unit mover, pockets fat like Raspushia
Ask your chick, I got oil on my tongue
Pimp, I talk real slick, where the real ones go
They don't make them like me no more
Hustler, I'ma whole 'nother animal
I'ma whole 'nother animal, I'ma whole 'nother beast
I can never switch up, I come from the streets
Papered up like a fax
I'm rare like white running backs
I'm getting my Gouda
I'ma be the first hustler that set up shop on Jupiter
I, I live and sleep on these streets
'Cause I have got to get mine, my fam, see we gotta eat
So when people ask me why, why don't ever I slow down?
Oh, I just simply reply, I don't really know how
So I, hustle, hustle, hustle
(I'ma hustler, believe me)
You know I hustle, hustle, hustle
(And this ain't easy)
So I hustle, hustle, hustle
(I'ma hustler, believe me)
You know I hustle, hustle, hustle
(And this ain't easy)
Let me introduce myself, homeboy
Any MC I will destroy
West, West, West Coast boy
Speakers in the trunk keep making noise
I'm so fly, I'm that guy
28 inches sitting high
I'm a star, what you thought?
Everywhere I go they snap shots
Everywhere I go they know turf
Medallions jiggling off my shirt
See no skeep falling off my jeans
Benjamin Frank, George Washington
Gotta keep pushing, pushing weight
Fillet mignon steak on my plate
Staring in my rear view can't slow down
If getting money is wrong, arrest me now
I, I live and sleep on these streets
'Cause I have got to get mine, my fam, see we gotta eat
So when people ask me why, why don't ever I slow down?
Oh, I just simply reply, I don't really know how
So I, hustle, hustle, hustle
(I'ma hustler, believe me)
You know I hustle, hustle, hustle
(And this ain't easy)
So I hustle, hustle, hustle
(I'ma hustler, believe me)
You know I hustle, hustle, hustle
(And this ain't easy)
They ask me what you're doing bro
I say that I hustle everyday
My men don't sleep , we always up
'Cause we can't live off minimum wage
Middle finger right to the other side
I know that I just want to get paid
When you hear this one go ahead and turn it up
From Virgin Islands out to the bay
I, I live and sleep on these streets
'Cause I have got to get mine, my fam, see we gotta eat
So when people ask me why, why don't ever I slow down?
Oh, I just simply reply, I don't really know how
So I, hustle, hustle, hustle
(I'ma hustler, believe me)
You know I hustle, hustle, hustle
(And this ain't easy)
So I hustle, hustle, hustle
(I'ma hustler, believe me)
You know I hustle, hustle, hustle
(And this ain't easy)
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(feat. Akon)
[Chorus: Akon]
Akon! and E-40... Yeah...
I know you ain't used to havin real niggas around like me around
I'm here to change to your whole life girl, so you don't deal with clowns
And treat you like a superstar that you are
Casue I'm a superstar too and I know exactly what I must do to make you...
Feel! I'm about to wake it up!
Feel! See I'm about to wake it up!
Feel! I'm about to wake it up!
Don't It feel so good girl
Feel! I'm about to wake it up!
Feel! See I'm about to wake it up!
Feel! I'm about to wake it up!
Don't It feel so good girl
[Verse 1: E-40]
I keep it 100's, don't carry nothing but 100's
I'm trying to wake it up, I'm on your line like Vonage
I'm a real one, Ma!
Get rid of that clown, Get with a factor
Patna don't count, he a lame he don't matter
Shining like a big dipper, glowing like a star
Lookin up a paw, pullin up in my car
Walked right up to the front where the bosses park at
I got a cold mouth piece can talk a chick out her check
Security loves me, let me in with no sweat
I see asian persuasion, aaucasian, all kinds of chicks
Milk skin, chocolate boned, lambs and Haitians
Tryna take me something home and have some relation
[Chorus: Akon]
I know you ain't used to havin real niggas around like me around
I'm here to change to your whole life girl, so you don't deal with clowns
And treat you like a superstar that you are
Casue I'm a superstar too and I know exactly what I must do to make you...
Feel! I'm about to wake it up!
Feel! See I'm about to wake it up!
Feel! I'm about to wake it up!
Don't It feel so good girl
Feel! I'm about to wake it up!
Feel! See I'm about to wake it up!
Feel! I'm about to wake it up!
Don't It feel so good girl
[Verse 2: E-40]
Good God Almighty! Look at that body
What you holdin? Girl you a banger!
You ain't off the back porch, you're off the HANGER!
You working with something, you gotta personal trainer?
Whole crew fine but you're one of a kind
You a ten piece, shawty you a dime
Back that thang up, baby press rewind
I'm a Scorpio, Shawty what's your sign?
I'm just tryna know you, hold a conversation
Spoil you a lil', lightweight cupcakin'
Spend a lil gouda, get your hair done up
I'm a show you how a tycoon wake that thang up
[Chorus: Akon]
I know you ain't used to havin real niggas around like me around
I'm here to change to change your whole life girl, so you don't deal with clowns
And treat you like a superstar that you are
Casue I'm a superstar too and I know exactly what I must do to make you...
Feel! I'm about to wake it up!
Feel! See I'm about to wake it up!
Feel! I'm about to wake it up!
Don't It feel so good girl
Feel! I'm about to wake it up!
Feel! See I'm about to wake it up!
Feel! I'm about to wake it up!
Don't It feel so good girl
[Bridge: Akon]
Don't stop get it get it, Bout' to jump up all in it
Love the way you drop low and bend it
Girl you're killing me, wait a minute
Love the way you that shake it up
Too natural you to make it up
Won't be long till we wake it up
[Chorus: Akon]
I know you ain't used to havin real niggas around like me around
I'm here to change to change your whole life girl, so you don't deal with clowns
And treat you like a superstar that you are
Casue I'm a superstar too and I know exactly what I must do to make you...
Feel! I'm about to wake it up!
Feel! See I'm about to wake it up!
Feel! I'm about to wake it up!
Don't It feel so good girl
Feel! I'm about to wake it up!
Feel! See I'm about to wake it up!
Feel! I'm about to wake it up!
Don't It feel so good girl
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Water, water, water, water
Water, water, water, water
I wish I was 40, I wish I was water
I wish I was 40, I wish I was water
I wish I was 40, I wish I was water
I wish I was 40, I wish I was water
40 different ways, 40 days, 40 nights
40 on the side, 40 thieves in the night
Been in the game for 20 years and I'm 40 years though?
6 A cougar, 40 years cold
40 ounce of brew, 40 this, 40 that
40 at the crap table shooting 40 stacks
40 thousands fans, 40 niggas on stage
I heard 40's 40 but 40 don't act his age
40 stay relevant, 40 ain't never played
40 ain't a punk, 40 will pull the gage
40 years change with the hawk sitting on her
40 ain't left the hood, 40 around the corner
40 like to drink, 40 be getting drunk
My brodies, a hip-o-holic, he smoke 40 blunts
40 kicks a blow, 40 pounds of grapes
Give me 40 feet and a ounce of space
Water, water, water, water
Water, water, water, water
I wish I was 40, I wish I was water
I wish I was 40, I wish I was water
I wish I was 40, I wish I was water
I wish I was 40, I wish I was water
This that new water, this shit go
Water my grass and my green gone grow
It takes water to live, it's water under the bridge
Water with the baking soda whipping up kids
It's a drought without water, the soil can't crack
Water in the duals makes loud glass packs
My family know me by Earl but water my handle
All the gooing in the club, drinking water like a camel
Put some paint where it ain't, water based paint
If you don't drink no water, my ninja, you might faint
Water be everywhere but water from the V
Water be limping like he got water in his knee
Water pour, water simmer, water heat
Keep my head above water, still water run deep
Water in my bong, water do the fruit
Water trust no one, ain't no leaks in my pool
Water, water, water, water
Water, water, water, water
I wish I was 40, I wish I was water
I wish I was 40, I wish I was water
I wish I was 40, I wish I was water
I wish I was 40, I wish I was water
I don't be seeing anything, I be making sense
Y'all be looking for a walk, I be swing for the fence
Under pressure, never tense, rhyming is a synch
Change the rap game when they let me up off the bench
Back with that 91 super Atlantic flow
I've done seen your favorite rappers come and go
I done seen a lot of blow, a lot of snow
I done seen my homie grandma get beat by the po-po
In the hill side of Vallejo, County of Selano
Get off a magazine and meet me over there by McDonald's
That's why I used to get my yola stacks off
Back then I was small time, all I had was rocks
Manage with it, a fixture on the streets
He a vegan, he don't like beef
They got their E's mixed up
I just look like this but I'd fuck a nigga up
Water, water, water, water
Water, water, water, water
I wish I was 40, I wish I was water
I wish I was 40, I wish I was water
I wish I was 40, I wish I was water
I wish I was 40, I wish I was water
I wish I was 40, I wish I was
I wish I was 40, I wish I was
I wish I was 40, I wish I was
I wish I was 40, I wish I was
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I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
Yokin' it up, tearin' it up
Wakin' 'em up, showin' my butt
Serving some weight, having my cake
Acting a ape, smoking my grapes
Lifted and splifted, whiskeyed and twisted
Me and my niggas get it and fit it
Makin' 'em mad, makin' 'em sad
Love to boast, love to brag
Slangin' them raps, selling these tracks
Up in ya broad, up in ya batch
My trunk is throbbing, my system knock
My amps is making my woofers pop
Fully refurbished, fully restored
70' cutlass sticking the floor
Turfin' and crumpin', snapping and stepping
Trappin' and slumming, bangin' and reppin'
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
Get it to the right, get it to the left
Make your tires bounce like a insufficient check
Make your car dance like a dance contest
Do some acrobatics till it lead to your arrest
Exciting, joyriding
High siding, big timing
Brand new shocks, rebuilt motor
What color paint is that, chocolate mocha?
Chrome lips, chrome tips
Chrome everywhere, chrome on my hip
Reputable, intellectual
I'm trying to fit you in my schedule
Sticking and moving, reducing my prices
Adjusting my rates, bringin' new clients
Checking my traps, running my route
Collecting my snaps, peeling on out
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Look at me squat, look at me mash
Look at me yoke, look at me smash
Oh, me, I ain't playin'
Oh, me, I'm my biggest fan
Me no cupcake, me no mark
Me no sucka, me got heart
289, 454
Fresh outta impound, fresh outta tow
He so foolish, I concur
Roger that, aye, aye sir
Unusual slump, dinormous slap
He off a blunt, he on that yatch
Show casing, car racing
Ice skating, lane changing
Heads or tails, flipping a coin
Bill of sales everyday morn
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
The poor man's hydraulics
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
Get it off the ground
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Hey, this is cooking with Brook
On the cooking channel
Today we're gonna be making crack
First take 36 ounces of coke
Mixing it with water in a pot on the stove
Next step to make them boulders add, baking soda
If the flame is low then turn it up and stir it up
Finally, just wait till it gets hard
Then bag it up, you got a key
Homie, that's the recipe, that's the recipe
That's the recipe
First take 36 ounces of coke
Mixing it with water in a pot on the stove
Next step to make them boulders add, baking soda
If the flame is low then turn it up and stir it up
Finally, just wait till it gets hard
Then bag it up, you got a key
Homie, that's the recipe, that's the recipe
That's the recipe
Before you decide to elect yourself in the game of dope
Better know that it is cut throat
Can't be cracking under pressure when your backed in a corner
Against the ropes
They ain't calling it snitching no more
They calling it telling the truth
They say you better get down first
Before they decide to get down on you
Mixing it up, shake and bake
It's 2008, they got more data than '88
We used to make crazy cake, flipping weight
Gotta get in and out before it be too late
I don't want to be 6 feet under
So I pack and tote my thump
Suckas want to hate and block my thunder
'Cause I got more kicks than a punter
Murder rates go up in the summer
Killers go hunting like a hunter
(How good can you live?)
You can live good for 6 years
But then it's football numbers
First take 36 ounces of coke
Mixing it with water in a pot on the stove
Next step to make them boulders add, baking soda
If the flame is low then turn it up and stir it up
Finally, just wait till it gets hard
Then bag it up, you got a key
Homie, that's the recipe, that's the recipe
That's the recipe
Chef for the year, better yet, the fucking century
Dread head killers with me before dem up insolate
I'm in the kitchen scrapping up the pottery
Working with my hands like the maestro at the symphony
Sniff, I'm cocaine, shawty, take a wiff off me
Stiff a liffy pisso nigga come and comprehend from me
Talk slick to me, E40 style, you hearing me?
Got a green skirt and I bought it off a recipe
Hella p's, hella keys, yellow, purple, readily
Put me in the feds if these crackers on the recipe
33 yellow D's purchased off my recipe
Heavy cocaine in the G, plus I got a recipe
First take 36 ounces of coke
Mixing it with water in a pot on the stove
Next step to make them boulders add, baking soda
If the flame is low then turn it up and stir it up
Finally, just wait till it gets hard
Then bag it up, you got a key
Homie, that's the recipe, that's the recipe
That's the recipe
Well, it's chef boy a Bun B, the king of the kitchen
I got exactly what you need to do your thing when you pitching
Guarantee to add a few layers of bling on your stitching
Bein' teeded in your chest get you stinging and itching
Got to have the right ingredients before you can start
Like 1 part gangsterism with 1 part heart
2 parts of keeping it G and add you one hundred
Milligrams of a killer, man and you'd had done it
Put it all inside a Cadillac with them 3's and them 4's
Swang wide and mix scurrily while skating on vogues
Don't forget to shake them haters off homie that's a necessity
Now you done made you a trill, nigga, now that's the recipe
First take 36 ounces of coke
Mixing it with water in a pot on the stove
Next step to make them boulders add, baking soda
If the flame is low then turn it up and stir it up
Finally, just wait till it gets hard
Then bag it up, you got a key
Homie, that's the recipe, that's the recipe
That's the recipe
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[Hook:]
I bet you ain't never seen 26's on a range
Iced out VVS stones and a chain
She Want a Hood boy [x4]
I bet you ain't never seen a nigga pushin' that work
Gettin it, how he live stuntin' on the turf
[Verse 1: E-40]
She Want a Hood boy
She want a hood boy
She don't want no mark
Body art on his arm's and neck and across his heart
They throwin' up the block
I represent my part
It's a zoo I got more animals then Noah's ark
I keep the bottles cracked
I got the dro sparked
44 cocked
S65 parked
I'm a hood boy
I be ridin' wet
Insides jelly
Touchscreen deck
They say you go boy
I love yo' swag and 'staljha'
I remember fo' you rap you used to sell that yowder
Breitling for Bentley watch
26 inch socks
Pick a ride girl
I got a car lot
[Hook:]
I bet you ain't never seen 26's on a range
Iced out VVS stones and a chain
She Want a Hood boy [x4]
I bet you ain't never seen a nigga pushin' that work
Gettin it, how he live stuntin' on the turf
She Want a Hood boy [x4]
[Verse 2: E-40]
I got paper
But I be on the under
Every 3 or 4 weeks I change my phone number
Pope's be trying to watch me
On some old shit
I give em' the same line
I don't know shit
I don't want a model
I want some stretch marks
30 pound butt meat cheeks pull apart
Damn I be coonin'
Japanese jeans on
Shorty on my line
She got me on her ringtone
She love me
I like her
I'm too hood
To wife her
I'm to hood to wife her
Plus I got 3 just like her
I'm on this XO Landy
Mixed with 40 water
[Hook:]
I bet you ain't never seen 26's on a range
Iced out VVS stones and a chain
She Want a Hood boy [x4]
I bet you ain't never seen a nigga pushin' that work
Gettin it, how he live stuntin' on the turf
She Want a Hood boy [x4]
[Bridge:]
I can tell when she lookin' at me
I can tell she wan't a nigga from the streets
She wan't that hood boy [x4]
I can tell when she lookin' at me
I can tell she wan't a nigga like 40
She wan't that hood boy [x4]
[Hook:]
I bet you ain't never seen 26's on a range
Iced out VVS stones and a chain
She Want a Hood boy [x4]
I bet you ain't never seen a nigga pushin' that work
Gettin it, how he live stuntin' on the turf
She Want a Hood boy [x4]
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Ex D-Boy used to sell that girl
Now they know my name all across the world
They say Earl, Earl, they say Earl, Earl
Ex D-Boy used to sell that girl
Now they know my name all across the world
They say Earl, Earl, they say Earl, Earl
I'm from Vallejo, California, land of the homer
Sides lost lives, politics and drama
Over supersize, thump young in a hornya
Watch out for that boy in the hoodie, mane, he a monster
Light a sucker up, fried buster like Chimichanga
Somebody come scoop his ass, call a coroner
I guess that's the way we bread
Chemical babies mislead
It's spooky out here in the Yay
These goblins will get on your head
These thundacat's management ain't scared to be deceased
They always cover up they ears
When I'm yelling and hollering out peace
They going through it, they cranky
Stressed out and tense
They starving, they hungry
They eating soup with chopsticks
Plus it's a shortage on purple
And it's a drought on them bricks
So he'll go decide to do a kick door
And pull a few licks
Some of them parents on drugs
Some of them never been loved
Some of them want to be thugs
Some of them just need a hug
Ex D-Boy used to sell that girl
Now they know my name all across the world
They say Earl, Earl, they say Earl, Earl
Ex D-Boy used to sell that girl
Now they know my name all across the world
They say Earl, Earl, they say Earl, Earl
I'mma be around for a minute
So get used to it, I was through with it
Before most of you marshmallows knew want to do with it
Pushing them zones, serving that drome
Balling like I play hoop with it
Never at home, always be gone
Doing a show on the verse split
Let it be known, I tote my chrome
Refuse to get caught loose with it
Looking down at my shoe with it, I'mma real baboon with it
40 over there slipping, he snoozing, he ain't wake
He looking like a plate, he chipped up and draped
You fuck niggas got me fucked up, nigga, I'm a shooter
Think about the consequences, nigga, I got gouda
And niggas with gouda will send a nigga, fuck a case
'Cause niggas with gouda will have your whole family erased
But that ain't something I endorse
I only wore it by force
I'm trying to teach the youth to be loyal and play sports
Instead of in and out of court
And back and forth to prison, utilize they skills
And stay up out the system
Ex D-Boy used to sell that girl
Now they know my name all across the world
They say Earl, Earl, they say Earl, Earl
Ex D-Boy used to sell that girl
Now they know my name all across the world
They say Earl, Earl, they say Earl, Earl
I'm from Vallejo, California
The land of the homer
Sides lost lives, politics and drama
Sides lost lives, politics and drama
Sides lost lives, politics and drama
I'm from Vallejo, California
The land of the homer
Sides lost lives, politics and drama
Sides lost lives, politics and drama
Sides lost lives, politics and drama
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There she go sliding down the pole
There she go sliding down the pole
There she is, there she is, there she go, there she go
There she is, there she is, there she go, there she go
There she go sliding down the pole
There she go sliding down the pole
There she is, yeah, there she go
There she is, yeah, there she go
They say her brain is in her ass but she really smart
All about her cash never been a mark
Raised in the trap seen a whole lot
Glutinous maximums shape like a heart
Legs spread apart, trying to go to Clark
Looking for the light but always find dark
Some of my folks like trickin', some of my folks like pimpin'
Some of my folks spit rap, some of my folks pitch crack
Give you a tycoon shower without the shower cap
I got the money and the power sprinkle you a stack
There she go sliding down the pole
One dollar bills coming out her asshole
There she go sliding down the pole
There she go sliding down the pole
There she is, there she is, there she go, there she go
There she is, there she is, there she go, there she go
There she go sliding down the pole
There she go sliding down the pole
There she is, yeah, there she go
There she is, yeah, there she go
There she go down the pole
That's daddy's little girl but he don't know
If he finds out she'll be in trouble
But if he don't her money doubles
Everyday she goes to work
Put her on stage they go berserk
I'm way in the back blowing purp
You throwing cash in the air, you suppose to flirt
She come out dem draws ass everywhere
Don't keep her all night, pass her player
'Cause she's my favorite, yes, she is
I wanna see her dance naked, she the best in the biz
Bitch
There she go sliding down the pole
There she go sliding down the pole
There she is, there she is, there she go, there she go
There she is, there she is, there she go, there she go
There she go sliding down the pole
There she go sliding down the pole
There she is, yeah, there she go
There she is, yeah, there she go
Bigger than all outdoors, she got booty galore
Ass like I've never even seen before
She cakey, she pickin' up her money off the floor
It's crazy all the ballers in the club know
I called the crib told my broad, I ain't coming back home
I then found me another chick I wanna bone
They call me short, I'm nothing nice
Been hangin' out in clubs all my life
Seen a wild ass stripper, hair was bushy
Upside down with a bear in her pussy
Lay up on the pole she can sit on a roof
Slid back down she was getting it loose
There she go sliding down the pole
There she go sliding down the pole
There she is, there she is, there she go, there she go
There she is, there she is, there she go, there she go
There she go sliding down the pole
There she go sliding down the pole
There she is, yeah, there she go
There she is, yeah, there she go
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Man, I can sell anything, mane
I got the mouth piece of a pimp, man
Who want it, who want it?
I can sell it, I can sell it
Who need it, who need it?
I can sell it, I can sell it
I got a gold mouthpiece
I can sell it, I can sell it
Holla at me in the streets
I can sell it
I can sell a flat tire to a bike
A left to a right, a root beet to a sprite
A dick to a dyke, a mute to a mike
Wind to a kite, dark to bright, a shadow to a light
Cheese to pizza, slut to a diva
Stripes to a zebra, spots to a cheetah
Tall can to a liter, sell sound to a speaker
A bucket to a Beemer, a scam to a schemer
Sell love to hate, the truth to lies
Sell real to fake, sell shit to flies
Sell gas to Texaco, insurance to Geico
Tank full of petro, minutes to metro
Hill billy like Jethro, magazines [Incomprehensible]
Screaming that eastside, straight up out the valley yo
It's Sick Wid It, in case you suckas didn't know
I can sell snow to a ski slope
Who want it, who want it?
I can sell it, I can sell it
Who need it, who need it?
I can sell it, I can sell it
I got a gold mouthpiece
I can sell it, I can sell it
Holla at me in the streets
I can sell it
Who want it, who want it?
I can sell it, I can sell it
Who need it, who need it?
I can sell it, I can sell it
I got a gold mouthpiece
I can sell it, I can sell it
Holla at me in the streets
I can sell it
I can sell mud to a worm, sell a pimp a perm
Knock a bitch on a straight path, sell her a term
Sell fire to a match, ice to a freezer
Sell itch to a scratch, sell credit to a VISA
Sell the club for street weed, zip for zip
And fly to Iraq and sell extra clips
Sell sand to the beach, fuzz to a peach
Get double for each, sell lips to a leach
I can sell Buffy some ass, sell a bum some trash
Sell trees in a forest, sell the yard some grass
Sell the future to the past, a blind man some glasses
Miles to a car, cigar some ashes
Sell wool to a sheep, dead man some sleep
I can sell some best friends some beef, shit
I can sell a shark some teeth
I got a nigga's nigga, y'all can get it from me
Who want it, who want it?
I can sell it, I can sell it
Who need it, who need it?
I can sell it, I can sell it
I got a gold mouthpiece
I can sell it, I can sell it
Holla at me in the streets
I can sell it
Who want it, who want it?
I can sell it, I can sell it
Who need it, who need it?
I can sell it, I can sell it
I got a gold mouthpiece
I can sell it, I can sell it
Holla at me in the streets
I can sell it
I can sell grapes to a vineyard, chicken to the colonel
Keys to a custodian, speed to turbo
Kicks to Beckham, skills to a veteran
Pills to Excedrin, joy to depression
Sell a bar some drinks, a coat to a mink
Sell some thoughts to a thinker, psychologists to a shrink
I can sell weight to a gym, 11 times outta 10
Sell rain to a storm, sell blow to a hard
Look I can sell sugar to a cake, water to a lake
Shoes to a snake, shake to a quake
Wings to a boat, sleeves to a coat
A page to a book, some crimes to a crook
I can sell thin to frail, a shell to a snail
White to pale, off to a scale
Grind to a block, time to a clock
Silent to a rock, detox to a knock
Who want it, who want it?
I can sell it, I can sell it
Who need it, who need it?
I can sell it, I can sell it
I got a gold mouthpiece
I can sell it, I can sell it
Holla at me in the streets
I can sell it
Who want it, who want it?
I can sell it, I can sell it
Who need it, who need it?
I can sell it, I can sell it
I got a gold mouthpiece
I can sell it, I can sell it
Holla at me in the streets
I can sell it
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If I got rich one day, I won the lotto
I'll be up in the club, drunk, poppin' bottles
I'mma live it up like it ain't no tomorrow
Big time, big time, big time, big time
But I got to get it my way, I know it ain't pretty
Well, I'll be doing my thang till them boys come and get me
I'll be doing my thang till I run my whole city
Big time, big time, big time, big time
I get to it, I hustle, I get it in, trying to win like Steve Wynn
Money long like Jay Leno chin, I didn't put nothing in my government
I paid my bills in money orders when I was in the trap hella heavy
When I used to quarterback that yolla
Perm down to my shoulders trying to get it while it's good
Til the po po's headquarters up a hub station in our hood
A lot of these rappers don't even sound like they believable
But you can ask your daddy and uncle about E-feazible
They'll say he the gospel, he a for real fisher
He used to cop from me, now I cop from that nigga
Had to share the same bath water with my brother
Used to argue, fuss and fight over pillows and covers
The low man at the bottom of the totem pole
Used to go the Salvation Army for school clothes
Now I'm a whaler, tycoon bro, everyday is Christmas
Record company, real estate, food and beverage dealers
If I got rich one day, I won the lotto
I'll be up in the club, drunk, poppin' bottles
I'mma live it up like it ain't no tomorrow
Big time, big time, big time, big time
But I got to get it my way, I know it ain't pretty
Well, I'll be doing my thang till them boys come and get me
I'll be doing my thang till I run my whole city
Big time, big time, big time, big time
Pimpin' is ugly out here, it's gross
Best friend will try to sneak if you let him get too close
The body will fall if you kill the head
What else?
Lovers turn quick, they forget who buttered their bread
What was you tellin' them?
I was just tellin' one my dudes
They threw the old rules out the window
Created they own new set of rules
When the shit in the air
Be a man, you can't be scared
But you can't be
Try to nip it at the bud before it get too outta hand
Before what?
I got some real ones in the pen
That I visit 'cause they my folks
Up in there programming
What they making?
Making diamonds outta soap
Just got my car up out the shop
What you got in it?
Retarded knock
Use the loot that I won at a crap game
And painted it butterscotch
You can hear me throbbing up the block from miles away
My neighbor loose it
Po-po's pull me over at least 3 times a day for my music
My over head $60,000 a month total
What else?
Conducting business on my sidekick T-mobile
If I got rich one day, I won the lotto
I'll be up in the club, drunk, poppin' bottles
I'mma live it up like it ain't no tomorrow
Big time, big time, big time, big time
But I got to get it my way, I know it ain't pretty
Well, I'll be doing my thang till them boys come and get me
I'll be doing my thang till I run my whole city
Big time, big time, big time, big time
Niggas on the money on a first name basis
And I ain't ate all day, I want my birthday cake
So if it ain't about the money, you can get it out my face
If it ain't about money you can walk the other way
'Cause I always been about my dough
When they see you doing good, they want to catch you slipping
'Cause them boys going to look out you know
That ain't gone ever stop me, now don't you worry about me
If I got rich one day, I won the lotto
I'll be up in the club, drunk, poppin' bottles
I'mma live it up like it ain't no tomorrow
Big time, big time, big time, big time
But I got to get it my way, I know it ain't pretty
Well, I'll be doing my thang till them boys come and get me
I'll be doing my thang till I run my whole city
Big time, big time, big time, big time
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Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
Pull this bitch over, my nigga, I got to piss
I stay with some sip in my fist, I drink like a fish
Sometimes I be sober but most the times I be blitzed
I'm having my gouda, my nigga, all on her bitch
We ball like we hoopers, my nigga, we hood rich
We winning not losing, my fella, we got chips
I keep me a steak or a pistol, a grip four 5th
'Cause I'd rather be judged by 12 then to be carried by 6
Don't wanna be carried by 6, I'd rather be judged by 12
Suckas be all in my mix 'cause I be up in their girl
Don't know how to rewrite bail, I can add and count scales
I can sell a rock to a cliff, I can sell oil to a well
Yay area reppin', don't need no swagger injection
Big oceans 11, hustling and money collecting
I'm shattered, I'm blundered, mane, I been chiefing that feda
The po-po's they tripping, mane, they sobriety checking
Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
The fur fur is crazy, lucky, I have me a desi
A designated driver, a rider, we in it heavy
We knocking 40 Water, he foolish, the boy gone
That's all they played was his music when I was in a group home
'Bout to go shoot some balls, shoot some dominoes with my fellas
Get on that patron, call Stella, Ella and Della
10 to get on the board, I'm fresh off the top
If I skunk you, my ninja, you gotta drink two shots
Or we can play for some fedi or we can play for push-ups
Or we can put on the gloves go from the shoulders and box
After that we can hug and get a room with props
All my fellas is thugs, ball-heads and dreadlocks
Right after the function, they continue to get bent
Last weekend was smacking, my nigga, that shit went
I left outta there with not one but two women
I guess you can blame it, mane, on the alcoholism
Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
1300 block ready rock animal sitting in the coupe
Orange like cantaloupe, something on the mantel fold
Gears in the rear, old English Beer
Makes it hard to steer
I been getting fucked up since 9th 10 grade
Bird and grape cool aid and ace of spades
I swerved and I do thangs against the grain
And I guess this the money we gave to champagne
I pulled in the lot, bullets in the glock
Hot or not we like to shoot shots
Stop where I'm hot and I like to drink shots
And I'm gone off the Julio at the 20th and what not
You can say what you say, Imma paper boy
Little waves up top with the table, boy
She be playing hard to get but you can make them, boy
Put some drink in her cup and watch her swish it up
Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
Please drink responsibly, don't drink and drive
Please drink responsibly, don't drink and drive
Please drink responsibly, please drink responsibly
Please drink responsibly, don't drink and drive
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I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so
(Pray for me)
I've done a few things that just ain't right so
(Pray for me)
What I've been through would make you cry so
(Pray for me, pray for me)
I'm trying to change my life so
(Pray for me)
Ain't no dope on the streets, mayne, I'm behind in my rent
I ain't got nothing to show for all the fedi that I done spent
I told my mom where the cash at, my live insurance policy is the money
She been planning on using to bury me
My ribs touching, my paper struggling, mayne
All my life I been hustling, running in place
But can't seem to finish the race
See dudes get whopped in the face
Get plucked like a bass, flew in the space for senselessness
That's why I stayed prayed up and say my grace
Even when I'm blended
Never know when your life is suspended
God can take his arms from around you and easily end it
At any time, any place, any where
I know my life has been spared on several occasions
Suckas hating, I'm still here
I can block for what's lost and never talk again to each other
Why does it take a funeral to bring a family together?
Bad weather always looks worse through a window
Stressing and rubbing my temples
I make it look easy but it's really not all that simple
I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so
(Pray for me)
I've done a few things that just ain't right so
(Pray for me)
What I've been through would make you cry so
(Pray for me, pray for me)
I'm trying to change my life so
(Pray for me)
Young dude full of soul food, mama cooking pork chops
Uncle slapping dominos, sister playing hop scotch
And this was before the block got hot and infected
And everybody knew my grand daddy well respected, check it
Time went on and the game began
I was losing comrades either death or the penn
I was losing comrades but I'm stacking them ends
We ever go to 600, we losing our friends
When grand mama passed that's when it all went bad
Aunties don't talk, my cousins fighting is bad
In the snow Thanksgiving is like the ones we had and it's sad
So I express through a pen and a pad
I'm on my third wind pimpin' and knowing Jesus is with me
Ain't no weapon form against me, back in common defeating
I've been posted in the cut when them angels come get me
Until that day, homie, just pray for me
I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so
(Pray for me)
I've done a few things that just ain't right so
(Pray for me)
What I've been through would make you cry so
(Pray for me, pray for me)
I'm trying to change my life so
(Pray for me)
My kinfolk, baby, momma on welfare, they house is bigger than ours
'Cause they got section 8 vouchers, W.I.C. and benefit cards
My home girl daughter diabetic, she like to eat a whole lot
She only 9 and a half and taking insulin shots
My dude got a heart condition, his ankle be swollen
'Cause he got high blood pressure and he refuse to quit smoking
But I'm no better than y'all, I like to drink alcohol
Break out the pen and start writing about the things that I saw
Like kilo grams of that [Incomprehensible] Peruvian flake
Wrapped in aluminum foil and duck tape
Bust open and throwed in the pot, foamy and mush
Melted and locked in a shape of a gigantic size white cookie
Put on the towel to dry and broken down into zips
Quarters and half of 16's and yola get flipped
I maintain my faith in G O D 'cause it's just a test
Repent, we confess, ask for gratefulness, yes, I'm blessed
I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so
(Pray for me)
I've done a few things that just ain't right so
(Pray for me)
What I've been through would make you cry so
(Pray for me, pray for me)
I'm trying to change my life so
(Pray for me)
I'm here right now
(Pray for me)
I need y'all to take this, I need y'all to take this pain away
(Pray for me)
I'm trying, feels like I'm dying
(Pray for me)
I need y'all to pray for me, oh, Lord
(Pray for me)
Every time I look around
(Pray for me)
Somebody got something to say
(Pray for me)
(Pray for me)
I need y'all to pray for me
(Pray for me)
I'm trying to do the right thing
(Pray for me)
Pray for me
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