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a little story I got to tell
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a little story I got to tell
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I it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with God or you can know a
You can go and get a job or you can do some
But if I were you, I'd up and do some next level

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

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

I wish I can rewind time, remember we used to get
Free and the city bus used to cost a dime?
Runnin' around, talkin' 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 Grand Mama's covered couch
Why's it that when all the homeys get together, we get in the days
And how come every we get drunk somebody bring up AIDS

Life is you cant borrow and give back
today and gone tomorrow
Just like

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

a little story I got to tell
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Here's a story I got to tell
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Here's a little I got to tell
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Here's a little I got to tell
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Fetti is the key to end all your
crib, cash, cars and clothes
But fetti 'cuz problems guns and spears
Familys fall out and don't for years

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

Churches, wakes, unusual, seem like every other
Damn day I'm buyin' a new suit for a funeral
Have yo pockets ever lost weight, and you ain't tried
Did you wonder if yo was on a diet

See, when up, everybody wanna come around
But ya down, ain't nobody out there to be found
If you love someone you should tell 'em
Ya never know when they'll be in a coffin

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

Here's a little story I got to
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Here's a story I got to tell
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a little story I got to tell
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Here's a little story I got to
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You can take da out da ghetto, the ghetto
But not the ghetto out da ninja, give me for 3 rocks
But I surrender, oh, he's a heathen, heathen
Look at the way he dress, he be dealin', dealin'
How did he get that

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

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

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Dis on, again and again
nothin' changed but the territory, territory
Same time, day, different story

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

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

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

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