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

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

I think it goes, ya by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with God or you can a Devil
You can go and get a job or you can do federal
But if I were you, I'd straighten up and do some next

I often tweak when I
How can a small town like Vallejo have all these
Man, fools be like flies
Maybe we do need mo' brothers sellin' pies

And it's a fool 'cuz everybody know each other
It ain't cool, but you know black folks to act they 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 I can rewind time, remember when we used to get
Free lunch and the bus used to cost a dime?
around, talkin' about you got the cooties
Liftin' up skirts, and touchin' girl's

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

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

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

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

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

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

Churches, wakes, unusual, seem like every other
day I'm buyin' a brand new suit for a funeral
Have yo pockets ever lost weight, and you ain't even
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 to be found
If you love someone you tell 'em often
Ya know when they'll be layin' in a coffin

Dedicated to my 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 story I got to
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 story I got to
And this dis goes on, and again

You can take da out da ghetto, the ghetto
But not the ghetto out da ninja, give me life for 3
But I surrender, oh, he's a heathen, 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 crime and
It's all dey work, shootin' up and actin' tough, ridin' around
With gold an' stuff, rough, how much money you earn, enough
I own my own law

Don't need a tux, I pea coats and khakis
Khakis, Levis and
Levis and T-shirts, the street's works
Street's works,
Dude, you been actin' funny lately since you even
Got a few
But I'm still folks, Wilson
Member three up

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

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

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