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

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

I often tweak when I
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 each other
It ain't cool, but you black folks like to act they color
Wonder why all the good people get put through many
Different changes of the weather and all those that do wrong
Seem like live forever

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

Boy, take those shoes off before ya come up in dis and
you do, don't 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 time we get drunk somebody bring up

Life is something you cant and give back
today and gone tomorrow
Just like

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

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

Fetti is the key to end all your
Contemporary crib, cash, and clothes
But fetti 'cuz problems like and spears
Familys out and don't talk for years

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

Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like 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 if yo cash was on a diet

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

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

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

You can take da ninja out da ghetto, the
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 used get spokes, it's and coast
all dey work, shootin' shit up and actin' tough, ridin' around
With gold an' stuff, 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
and T-shirts, whatever 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 flies up

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

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

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

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