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Here's a story I got to tell
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Here's a little 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

I it goes, ya live 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 some
But if I were you, I'd straighten up and do some level

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

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

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

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 homeys get together, we get in the days
And how every time we get drunk somebody bring up AIDS

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

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

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

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

Fetti is the key to end all your
Contemporary crib, cash, and clothes
But fetti 'cuz problems like guns and
Familys fall out and talk 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, nothing unusual, seem every other
Damn day I'm a brand new suit for a funeral
yo pockets ever lost 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 ya down, ain't nobody out there to be found
If you love you should tell 'em often
Ya never know when be layin' in a coffin

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

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

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

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

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

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

And this goes on, and again
Dis goes on, again and
nothin' changed but the territory, territory
Same time, different day, different

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

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

Here's a little story I got to
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Here's a little story I got to