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Here's a little story I got to
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a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, and again
a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and

I think it goes, ya by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can and come with God or you can know a Devil
You can go and get a job or you can do federal
But if I were you, I'd up and do some next level

I often tweak when I
How can a small town like Vallejo all these homicides?
Man, be droppin' like flies
Maybe we do need mo' sellin' bean pies

And it's a fool everybody mama's know each other
It cool, but you know black folks like to act they color
Wonder why all the good people get put through some
Different changes of the and all those folks that do wrong
like they live forever

I wish I can rewind time, remember when we to get
Free lunch and the city bus used to a dime?
Runnin' around, about you got the cooties
Liftin' up skirts, and touchin' girl's

Boy, take those shoes off ya come up in dis house and
Whatever you do, don't you sit on Mama's plastic covered couch
Why's it that when all the get together, we get back in the days
And how every time we get drunk somebody bring up AIDS

Life is something you borrow and give back
Here today and gone
Just that

Pat yo rats on yo , patch your rats on your back
Take some time out yo waltz , take some out yo waltz
And tell your loved ones that you 'em every so often

Here's a little I got to tell
And this dis on, again and again
Here's a little I got to tell
And dis goes on, again and again

a little story I got to tell
And dis goes on, again and again
a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, and again

is the key to end all your woes
Contemporary crib, cash, and clothes
But fetti problems like guns and spears
fall out and don't talk for years

Like my cromey, my cromey
called him big bread Ed
His cousin set him up and left his ass for dead

Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like every
Damn day I'm a brand new suit for a funeral
Have yo pockets ever weight, and you ain't even tried
Did you if yo cash was on a diet

See, when you're up, everybody come around
But when ya down, ain't out there to be found
If you someone you should tell 'em often
Ya never when they'll be layin' in a coffin

Dedicated to my peoples up in
Ya 40-Wada gotta story to tell, a story to tell

Here's a little story I got to
And this dis on, again and again
Here's a little I got to tell
And dis goes on, again and again

Here's a little story I got to
And this dis on, again and again
Here's a story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and

You can take da out da ghetto, the ghetto
But not the ghetto out da ninja, me life for 3 rocks
But I won't surrender, oh, he's a heathen,
at the way he dress, he must be dealin', dealin'
How did he get Lex?

Of course, if it ain't used get spokes, crime and coast
It's all dey work, shootin' shit up and actin' tough, ridin'
With an' stuff, it's rough, how much money you earn, enough
I own my own law

Don't need a tux, I tweaks pea and khakis
Khakis, Levis and
Levis and T-shirts, the street's works
Street's works,
Dude, you been actin' kinda funny lately since you
Got a few
But I'm still folks, Park
Member three up

And this on, again and again
Dis on, again and again
Ain't nothin' but the territory, territory
Same time, day, different story

Here's a little story I got to
And this dis goes on, and again
Here's a little I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and

Here's a little story I got to
And this dis on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to
And this dis goes on, again and

Here's a story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, and again
a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, and again

Here's a story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, and again
Here's a story I got to tell