This is the operator, I have a collect from Hey this yo' main Who is an inmate in a California State To charges, hang up now To accept charges, five now
Well, 1-luv, oh 1-luv, well, well, well, 1-luv, oh 1-luv, well, well, well, well,
Remember that game Fat Bank Skinny Bank? Well now we play Skinny Bank Take Fat That's because it ain't no work bein' offered They act like ain't even thinkin' 'bout us main
I I swear the po-po threw my homey in the slammer Did him bad, wish I had my camera, made me mad Vanilla be swarmin' bees surveillance binoculars hidden in trees Reliable sources copying keys, oh
One for the life and two for death, three damn no chances left Let me tell ya lil' 'bout me and the C L I C We used to to use sheets for curtains, socks for wash towels I was happy as hell my cousin gave me his hand-me-downs
This ain't no happy Shirley Temple talleistic This here is serious more Realistic than Shack Observe as I strike a nerve, reach out and my kind Open up your photo album man and I bet you Folks passed away, potnahs that been blasted away I miss you steal some main, who got some tissue
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Everybody wanna shoot 'em up bang Way I was raised we had to knuckle up and them thangs We got 'em up and you I had to check 'em swell 'Cuz if I ran and didn't fight back my mom'd beat that tail
Just word from my folks upstate said, "They tryin' ta, they tryin' ta take away our weights And no more beef and pork Muslim books and fish fork" And laps around the with my Walkman bumpin' this
Now I'm 'bouts ta get married, is it Thought it was, till I got the Dear John Been down for ten bucks and got a eight year And I found out she had her baby yesterday
nobody been to see me yet but I ain't gonna worry Man ya out there ballin' main can you a twenty upinmy commissary My family that I'm a thug homie you see my momma man give her a hug for me and tell her
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Huh, thinkin' back, you gotta watch your back and it well Enjoyed myself when I was out there tryin' ta get in that We used to it at the waterfront the whole Vallejo Watchin' the pervin' between E-40 and Del
That's what we did up under the fools posted up Choppin' game gettin' toast up Leanin' against my seamless convertible tops and cleaners Click boys mobbin' deep in cuts, actin' meanest
The good times, gone, here in the can is my new phone Guess in to do some right I had to do some wrong Picked up a package and I was happy It was a box and full of from my pappy
Tripped me out seen or heard from Poppa Duke in years Sent me a picture and some fetti dang they tears See first you born then you then you die One day soon get another try, 1-luv
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