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作曲 : Butler, Clinton, Collins ... |
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I'm pu*******n' down the ave no one lookin' good |
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I'm baggin' stones ******s diamonds up against that wood |
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I'm pu*******n' down the ave no one lookin' good |
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I'm baggin' stones ******s diamonds up against that wood |
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I'm pimpin' down the ave you know |
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I'm lookin' tight |
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These jealous ******s looking at me and my car so *******fe |
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Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but |
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I see all through that |
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Never let these ****** ******s take what's mine ****** never do that |
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Who's says he's going through a thang |
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When ya'll ain't never lied |
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I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine |
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Wicked women using children to live on |
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When I hurt and try to hate 'cause she knows the thrill is gone |
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Say man, I stop smokin' with haters back in ninety four |
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But ******s thinkin' that a sweeps gone get the through my door |
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And ******s talk alot of *******t in a safe place |
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I know 'cause he can't look me eye to eye when he in my face |
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Now ****** listen to my thesis, see just what |
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I mean****** |
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I ride dirty everyday, but still |
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I *******ne so clean |
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Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like |
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So I keep swangin' |
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I hear clanging tryin' to live my life |
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I'm pu*******n' down the ave no one lookin' good |
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I'm baggin' stones ******s diamonds up against that wood. |
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I'm pu*******n' down the ave no one lookin' good |
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I'm baggin' stones ******s diamonds up against that wood |
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I'm pu*******n' down the ave no one lookin' good |
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I'm baggin' stones ******s diamonds up against that wood. |
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I'm pu*******n' down the ave no one lookin' good |
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I'm baggin' stones ******s diamonds up against that wood |
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I'm, I'm, |
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I'm pu*******n' down the ave |
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I see these ******s and days go and come |
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And fo me just to wake, |
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I'm know I'm pissed |
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I grab my cis and |
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I split my sista with my bunk |
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Some of my sweets be tight |
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And some of my sweets be ****** up |
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But all of my sweets gonna blow so killas smoke get sucked up |
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I looked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play |
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But who is to say tomorrow they won't be blastin' this away |
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I'm puffin' spliffs of hay still upset about the drama here |
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At this time of year |
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I'm wipin' away |
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My dead homey momma's tear *******t |
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But naturally them ******' laws is always after me |
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So I have to be in that matter on that 503 |
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I'm livin' dastardly |
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Must be all about survival |
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GThese ******s passin' me streets just keep on gettin' live with me |
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They say there has to be another way but |
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I ain't feelin' that |
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They try to steal a lad, and my wig they wanna peel it back |
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But still the fact remains |
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It's all about the game swangin' bang |
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Peace to E |
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SG and all the victims of the game |
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I'm pu*******n' down the ave no one lookin' good |
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I'm baggin' stones ******s diamonds up against that wood. |
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I'm pu*******n' down the ave no one lookin' good |
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I'm baggin' stones ******s diamonds up against that wood |
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I'm pu*******n' down the ave no one lookin' good |
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I'm baggin' stones ******s diamonds up against that wood |
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I'm pu*******n' down the ave no one lookin' good |
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I'm baggin' stones ******s diamonds up against that wood |
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I'm, I'm, |
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I'm pu*******n' down the ave |
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I'm pimpin' through the ave. tryin' to see some good |
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But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood |
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******s frown, when you up and smile when you down |
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And when you change for the better *******fe fools stop comin' around |
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I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways |
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We all lost children, pray for papers, and smokin' our lives away |
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Got to the point where |
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I could not decipher day from night |
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She say she love me but all we do now is ****** 'n' fight |
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My conscience ****** with me so much |
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I can't eat or sleep |
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The other side is sellin' **** and out there runnin' the streets |
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And even though |
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I'm gay to street fame comin' from this rap game |
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Lust for thankin' and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang |
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Some get a waste and misplace tryin' to win the race |
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Some try to hold on to there place by smokin' with lace |
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But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood |
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I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good |
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I'm pu*******n' down the ave no one lookin' good |
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I'm baggin' stones ******s diamonds up against that wood |
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I'm pu*******n' down the ave no one lookin' good |
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I'm baggin' stones ******s diamonds up against that wood |
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I'm pu*******n' down the ave no one lookin' good |
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I'm baggin' stones ******s diamonds up against that wood |
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I'm pu*******n' down the ave no one lookin' good |
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I'm baggin' stones ******s diamonds up against that wood |
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So it's your life |