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Here's a 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 little 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 repent and come with God or you can a Devil
You can go and get a job or you can do federal
But if I were you, I'd straighten up and do some level

I often tweak I drives
How can a small town Vallejo have all these homicides?
Man, fools be like flies
Maybe we do need mo' brothers bean pies

And it's a 'cuz everybody mama's know each other
It ain't cool, but you black folks like to act they color
Wonder why all the people get put through some many
Different changes of the weather and all those folks that do
Seem like live forever

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

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

is something you cant borrow and give back
Here today and tomorrow
Just like

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

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

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

Fetti is the key to end all woes
Contemporary crib, cash, cars and
But 'cuz problems like guns and spears
Familys fall out and don't talk for

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

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

See, you're up, everybody wanna come around
But when ya down, nobody out there to be found
If you love someone you should 'em often
Ya know when they'll be layin' in a coffin

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

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, again and

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

You can da ninja out da ghetto, the ghetto
But not the out da ninja, give 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 used get spokes, it's crime and coast
all dey work, shootin' shit up and actin' tough, ridin' around
With gold an' stuff, it's rough, how money you earn, enough
I own my own law

need a tux, I tweaks pea coats and khakis
Khakis, and T-shirts
Levis and T-shirts, whatever the works
Street's works,
Dude, you been actin' kinda funny since you even
Got a few
But I'm still folks, Wilson
three flies up

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

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

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

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

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