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

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

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

Boy, take those shoes off before ya come up in dis 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 time we get drunk somebody up AIDS

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

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

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

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

Fetti is the key to end all woes
crib, cash, cars and clothes
But fetti 'cuz like guns and spears
Familys fall out and don't talk for

Like my cromey, like my
They called him big 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
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, everybody wanna come
But when ya down, ain't nobody out 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 partner 40-Wada story to tell, a story to tell

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

You can take da 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
at the way he dress, he must be dealin', dealin'
How did he get that

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

Don't 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 kinda funny lately since you even
Got a few
But I'm still folks, Park
Member three up

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

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

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

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