My paradise? Vegas nights and Paris mornings No rockin' mics, makin' tapes, my tan and white I just keep on my grind, heat on my mind, heat on my hipĮagle the iron, eager to grip, easy to flip I been planted the seeds, now they releasing the vines Nothing stopping my drive, as you can see I survive I look up at the heavens and tell him 'You still my man cuz"Īnd we gon' shine nigga until our heart stopĪnd we ain't goin' nowhere so you should get to know we Never got the answer, Thurman he died of cancer Wanted to ask why but I never had the chance That was my man, woulda gave a nigga grams She was fuckin' Thurman all the while he was robbin' me Hometown bitches made us spring for them ticketsĬause in them same homes we was cooking them pigeons, see
Never amongst us, might Prada them pumps upīut don't switch numbers cause who we really want could want us Poo died and I can't tell you who was replacin' himĬause he's still livin' and I ain't tryin' a catch no case with himįresh outfit with no Cris them hoes'll mock you fronters K died Poo came home and started placin em'
Seven years, we ain't stumblin', we grumblin' Hot got shot, now he's gone, the streets humblin'Īnwar got life, my youngest brother 23 years It's never been the same with the jugglin' My homina her face was all 19th n Cumberland
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Two four Montgomery was hot like PorridgeĬirca '89 when that coke money flourishedĪnd my Eddie Bauer warrage, heart full of courageĭud shoes'll crinkle hustle every one of them I make it vivid for the tourists, goin' through my storage
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