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Here's a story I got to tell
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I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the
You can repent and come 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 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 know each
It ain't cool, but you know black 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 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, about you got the cooties
Liftin' up skirts, and touchin' booties

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

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

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

a little story 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 woes
Contemporary crib, cash, cars and
But fetti problems like guns and spears
Familys fall out and don't for years

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

Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like every
Damn day I'm buyin' a brand new suit for a
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 wanna come
But when ya down, ain't out there to be found
If you someone you should tell 'em often
Ya never when they'll be layin' in a coffin

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

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

Of course, if it ain't get spokes, it's crime and coast
It's all dey work, shit up and actin' tough, ridin' around
gold an' stuff, it's rough, how much 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, 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

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

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