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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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I think it goes, ya by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and 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 next level

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

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

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

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

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

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

a little story I got to tell
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is the key to end all your woes
Contemporary crib, cash, and clothes
But fetti 'cuz problems like guns and
Familys fall out and don't talk for

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

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

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

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

a little 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 little 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

You can da ninja out da ghetto, the ghetto
But not the ghetto out da ninja, me life for 3 rocks
But I surrender, oh, he's a heathen, heathen
Look at the way he dress, he must be 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 tough, ridin' around
With gold an' stuff, it's rough, how much money you earn,
I own my own law

Don't need a tux, I tweaks pea and khakis
Khakis, Levis and
Levis and T-shirts, whatever the works
works, partner
Dude, you been actin' kinda funny since you even
Got a few
But I'm still folks, Park
Member flies up

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

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