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Here's a little I got to tell
And this dis on, again and again
Here's a story I got to tell
And this dis on, again 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 when I drives
How can a small like Vallejo have all these homicides?
Man, fools be droppin' flies
Maybe we do need mo' brothers sellin' pies

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

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

Boy, those shoes off before ya come up in dis house and
Whatever you do, you sit on Grand Mama's plastic covered couch
Why's it that when all the get together, we get back in the days
And how come every we get drunk somebody bring up AIDS

Life is something you cant borrow and back
Here and gone tomorrow
like that

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

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

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

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

See, when you're up, wanna come around
But when ya down, nobody out there to be found
If you love someone you should 'em often
Ya never know when they'll be layin' in a

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

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

You can take da ninja out da ghetto, the
But not the ghetto out da ninja, me life for 3 rocks
But I won't surrender, oh, a heathen, 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
It's all dey work, 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, Levis and
and T-shirts, whatever the street's works
Street's works,
Dude, you been actin' kinda funny since you even
Got a few
But I'm still folks, Park
three flies up

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

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

Here's a story I got to tell
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