Comin' From Where I'M From - Lyrics - Comin' from Where I'm From - Anthony Hamilton

Title: Comin' From Where I'M From
Album: Comin' from Where I'm From
Artist: Anthony Hamilton
Composer(s): Mark Batson, Anthony Hamilton

Lyric:
Sittin' here, guess I didn't make bail
Got time and a story to tell
Started when I was nine years old
Woke up, my daddy was gone

I started hustlin', they couldn't tell me nothin'
Frontin' in the hood tryin' to be somebody
My soul was on empty, I was searchin' for something

Tried to be good
Tried to keep from trouble
Livin' too fast
Tryin' to make good on a hustle

Sometimes it gets rough
(Comin' from where I'm from, I'm from)
Times got hard, yeah
(Comin' from where I'm from, I'm from)

Sometimes you gotta walk to work, yeah
(Comin' from where I'm from, I'm from)
Sometimes you gotta do a little dirt, yeah
(Comin' from where I'm from, I'm from)

Wasn't really lookin', guess, I found it
Five foot three, light brown skin
Comin' from the University
Nice style, lookin' kinda lovely

Didn't know she had much game
Down to ride out, even take the train
Even took her to a poker game
Top notch from fried chicken to Sushi

Tried to be good
Tried to treat you like a lady
Tried to be a friend
Turned out that you were shady

Sometimes it gettin' lonely
(Comin' from where I'm from, I'm from)
Things ain't what they seem to be
(Comin' from where I'm from, I'm from)

Sometimes you get a little angry, yeah
(Comin' from where I'm from, I'm from)
Times you get the best of me
(Comin' from where I'm from, I'm from)

Well, tried to be good
Wanted nothing but to love somebody
Didn't wanna die young
Steady hustlin', tryin' to feed my family

Too scared to have kids
And do like daddy did
'Cuz I'm so scared of failin'
Sometimes it gets hard
Comin' from where I'm from

(Comin' from where I'm from, I'm from)
Sometimes you gotta moan
(Comin' from where I'm from, I'm from)
Sometimes you gotta cry a little bit louder
(Comin' from where I'm from, I'm from)

Sometimes you gotta fight the pain , yeah
(Comin' from where I'm from, I'm from)
Sometimes you gotta walk alone, yeah
(Comin' from where I'm from, I'm from)

Sometimes you get a little worried, yeah, yeah
(Comin' from where I'm from, I'm from)
Sometimes you get lost outta touch, oh
(Comin' from where I'm from, I'm from)

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Hand On The Clock - Lyrics - Cypress Hill

Title: Hand On The Clock
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freeze, Lawrence Muggerud, Senen Reyes

Lyric:
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill

Cruisin' through the neighborhood, some say I'm no good
Claimin' I'm a criminal but let's make it understood
Just one man with a whole lot of homeboys
Ya get the click of the glock when I pull of the chrome toy

Check me an' I'll check you back
Then jump back to my big Buddah like I'm not a bad guy
But don't take advantage, I'm throwin' out the garbage
Just show me where the can is

All I was doin' was searchin' for the boon
Then some punk tried to hit me with a broom
Lucky I ducked quick or else I'd be assed up
Last thing I wanted was have to pull a gatt out
Here comes a nigga an' he's got a .38
Well, my roundhouse said hey, yo, I'm shootin' up straight

'Cuz I put away the shotgun, borrow me a glock
Took a little trip to the funky weed spot
Tried to jack me but homie got shot
La la la la, la la la la

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense

Couple o' niggas from the east side fuckin' up ya program
No one witnessed but they heard the gun blast
Left the problem unsolved, now I'm gonna sum up
How people gettin' hurt in the process of the come up

Gotta with the fools that'll wait for you to run up
Rollin' in the hood that's already shot up
Pocket full of gatts an' see if we can spot the
Homie that's slick in the process of the dip

When we find this out gonna unload the clip
An' take a little trip down to Rio
My neighborhood's hot an' so I gots to go chill

'Cuz I put away the shotgun, borrow me a glock
Took a little trip to the funky weed spot
Tried to jack me but homie got shot
La la la la, la la la la

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense

Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill shit
Think I'll load a clip, let's see if you can deal with
'Cuz the bulletproof vest ain't shit
When the infrared's pointin' at your head, kid

An' that's just too bad, yo
Now I'm headed up a river in a boat with no paddle
Shoulda put the glock down
Now they got me in lockdown

Livin' like a nigga that done lost his mind
'Cuz self defense turns to the offense
But nobody even really knows that
All they see is me an' the gatt

Up in the court room, lookin' at the jury
Starin' down the punk ass District Attorney
La la la la, la la la la
Verdict's in, you're not guilty as charged

'Cuz I put away the shotgun, borrow me a glock
Took a little trip to the funky weed spot
Tried to jack me but homie got shot
La la la la, la la la la

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense

Understand where I'm comin' from
Cypress Hill
Understand where I'm comin' from
Cypress Hill

Understand where I'm comin' from
Cypress Hill
Understand where I'm comin' from
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill

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Hand On The Glock - Lyrics - Black Sunday - Cypress Hill

Title: Hand On The Glock
Album: Black Sunday
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freeze, Lawrence Muggerud, Senen Reyes

Lyric:
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill

Crusing through the neighborhood
Some say I'm no good
Claimin' I'm a criminal
But lets make it understood
I'm just one man man with a whole lot of homeboys
(Whole lot)
You get the click of the Glock
When I pull of the chrome toy
Check me and I'll check you back
(Check you back)
Then jump back to the big Buddha
Like I'm not a bad guy
But don't take advantage
I'm throwin' out the garbage
Just show me where the can is
All I was doin' was searchin' for the boom
Then some punk tried to hit me with a broom
Lucky I ducked quick
Or else I'd be assed up
Last thing I wanted
Was have to pull the gatt out
Here comes a nigga
And he's got a 38
Well my roundhouse said
Hey yo, I'm shootin up straight

'Cuz I put away the shotgun
Borrow me a Glock
Took a little trip to the funky weed spot
Tried to jack me
But homie got shot
La la la la la la la la

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)

Couple niggas from the east side
Fuckin' up your program
No one witnessed
But they heard the gun blast
It left the problem unsolved
Now I'm gonna sum up
People gettin' hurt in the process of the come up
Gotta with the fools
That'll wait for you to run up
Rollin' in the hood
That's already shot up
Pocket full of gatts
And see if we can spot the
Homie that's slick
In the process of the dip
When we find this out
Gonna unload the clip
Then take a little trip down to Rio
Neighboorhood's hot, so I got to go chill

'Cuz I put away the shotgun
Borrow me a Glock
Took a little trip to the funky weed spot
Tried to jack me
But homie got shot
La la la la la la la la

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)

Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill shit
Think I'll load a clip
Lets see if you can deal with
'Cause the bulletproof vest ain't shit
When the infra-red's
Pointin at your head, kid
And that's just too bad yo
Now I'm headed up a river in a boat
With no paddle
Should 'a put the Glock down
(Glock down)
Now they got me in lock down
Livin' like a nigga whose done lost his mind
'Cuz self defense turns to the offense
But nobody even really knows that
(Knows that)
All they see is me and the gatt
Up in the court room
Lookin at the jury
Starin' down the punk ass
District attorney
La la la la la la la la
Verdict's in
You're not guilty as charged

When I put away my shotgun
Borrow me a Glock
Took a little trip to the funky weed spot
Tried to jack me
But homie got shot
La la la la la la la

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)

Understand where I'm comin' from
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)
Understand where I'm comin' from
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)
Understand where I'm comin' from
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)
(Cypress Hill)

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Where I'M From - Lyrics - R.U.L.E. - Ja Rule

Title: Where I'M From
Album: R.U.L.E.
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Artie Green, Andre L Parker, Jeffrey B Atkins, Irving Domingo Lorenzo, Demi Mcghee, Lloyd Polite

Lyric:
Hey, comin' from where I'm from, I'm from
Oh yeah, oh yeah

Kids get killed in ghettos, shot up over the car Limos
While they mom was at home, tears hittin' the pillow
Where women in the middle in a seminal funereal
Shed a tear 'cause he lost his son the same way a year ago

It's the same ego spiritual, we thuggin' in harmony
They say, "Death brings life, there exchange no robbery"
If I'm wrong pardon me, I'm just tired of poverty
Why them niggaz in the hood never hit the lottery

Unless they go lottery, first round in the draft
First we dustin' off the rounds and we slip in the mag'
Then we slip on the masks and go out and mash
And we call it feeding our family, y'all call it a tragedy, damn

How I could just kill a man?
Watch his blood flow like a river then rinse his blood off of my hand
If you hearing me speak please Lord give me a chance
Please forgive me of my sins 'cause we cleansed where I'm from

Me and my niggaz ride
Even when the sun don't shine and it's cold outside
Never run in or hide 'cause some niggaz hate it
But I can't get faded 'cause I done made it

Instead of struggling or strive
Survive my weight how these ghetto streets of mine
This is coming from where I'm from, I'm from
We all walk back in line

Now everybody know that everybody said, "Nobody can hide from beef
Except but us, who surprised when these kids get killed on the streets"
Look how these animals eat that's how they talk 'bout us
While they shed they joke and laugh puttin' a choke round us

Can I get a moment of silence?
'Cause they claimin' it's the murderers that's causin' all the violence
What 'bout the ones that protect to serve our honor
Poppin' the blue colla' with shots soon to follow

The ghettos in horror 'cause in this boy shot went back
And now the neighborhood hot and he can't move the crack
When it's all about the dollars
And he'll individually get murdered 'cause money is power

But then these snitch's get to talking and it's colder than ours
Cuffed and crimed on the bus heading straight to the Island
He was only 13 but tried us in the dope and as high as the coast
Because ain't no more children in the ghetto where I'm from

Me and my niggaz ride
Even when the sun don't shine and it's cold outside
Never run in or hide 'cause some niggaz hate it
But I can't get faded 'cause I done made it

Instead of struggling or strive
Survive my weight how these ghetto streets of mine
This is coming from where I'm from, I'm from
We all walk back in line

We ain't all killers in prison
Matter fact that's a stereo typical thought of livin'
'Cause they don't know about the hood and them love in it
Summer time top down with the wood finish

Pushin' hard, uptown windows slightly tinted
Back to back Benz and jeeps, blowin' weed with my niggaz
On our way to a house party, gonna fuck with some bitchs
Let's get some liquor for shorty who said she make us some chicken

And if we get 'em drunk enough
We probably could freak 'em and do it every other weekend
If I don't have to kill niggaz, I never would leave the ghetto
I'm like an angel that put on a halo
Cradle the grave of my niggaz that we lost in the ghetto

'Cause where I'm from in the ghetto we rock white tee's and Nike's
Roll 3 dice and name our dope ice cream
Set trends and y'all follow our lead
But in New Yitti niggaz follow they dreams, where I'm from

Me and my niggaz ride
Even when the sun don't shine and it's cold outside
Never run in or hide 'cause some niggaz hate it
But I can't get faded 'cause I done made it

Instead of struggling or strive
Survive my weight how these ghetto streets of mine
This is coming from where I'm from, I'm from
We all walk back in line

Now I lay me down and sleep
And I pray for the Lord, my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
Pray to the Lord, my soul to take, yeah
Pray for the Lord, my soul to take, oh, oh yeah

Me and my niggaz ride
Even when the sun don't shine and it's cold outside
Never run in or hide 'cause some niggaz hate it
But I can't get faded 'cause I done made it

Instead of struggling or strive
Survive my weight how these ghetto streets of mine
This is coming from where I'm from, I'm from
We all walk back in line

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Where Is The Next One Coming From - Lyrics - Damn Right, I've Got the Blues - Buddy Guy

Title: Where Is The Next One Coming From
Album: Damn Right, I've Got the Blues
Artist: Buddy Guy
Composer(s): John Hiatt

Lyric:
Well I had a job, but I got laid off
I had a heart but it got too soft
I had a girlfriend and she lied
I had a wife but my wife, she died

One too many drinks about an hour ago
All I want now's just one more
And when it hit, a baby, I don't care

Where, where, where, oh where
Where is the next one comin' from?
Where is the next one comin' from?

Some folks they say there's just one thing
Where is the next one comin' from?
Gonna make 'em dance and gonna make 'em sing
Where is the next one comin' from?

Had a little of that and had a little of this
Where is the next one comin' from?
Well, I checked 'em all off 'a my list
Where is the next one comin' from?

All I know is don't get enough
All I get is this old rough stuff
But when I do, oh, baby, I don't care

Where, where, where, oh where
Where is the next one comin' from?
Where is the next one comin' from?

I want more
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Oh, yeah, I want more, yeah

Where is the one comin' from?
Where is the one comin' from?

Where is the one comin' from?
All I want is my belly full
Where is the next one comin' from?
It's a natural thing for an animal

Where is the next one comin' from?
Well I'm tired all of that give and take
Where is the next one comin' from?
About all I got was a bellyache

And once a kid has come to town
He talked like a fool and he dressed like a clown
Only love could have put him down

Where, where, where, oh where
Where is the next one comin' from?
Where is the next one comin' from?

Where is the next one comin' from?
Where is the next one comin' from?
Where is the next one comin' from?
...

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Where I'M From - Lyrics - Same As It Ever Was - House Of Pain

Title: Where I'M From
Album: Same As It Ever Was
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): L Dimant, Eric Schrody

Lyric:
That's where I'm from
That's where I'm from

Back in the hub we used to drop madel, contemplate in hell
The stories I could tell would freak your mind and wreck your brain
The thoughts I would have would drive most insane
The band playin', "Rain gettin' down wit' Jimmy Hendrix, and Page"
Make up the rage, back in the Huddle
McLou's back yard, me and D was starvin'
And times were hard, Danny used to roll through

Schemin' on the hustle, credit cards and slang
M..MC bangin', Lethal used to come with his reel to reel
We didn't have no deal but that wasn't the point
We'd rock a funky joint then we'd rock another
The only thing to eat was some bread and peanut butter
Back to all the females that beded me
In case you ever wondered they didn't forget me
These are the times that I always think of
And this is dedicated to the ones I love

That's where I'm from
Where're you goin' if you don't look back
What's the use of havin' ends
If you lose all your friends

That's where I'm from
Where're you goin' if you don't look back
What's the use of havin' ends
If you lose all your friends

That's where I'm from
Where're you goin' if you don't look back
What's the use of havin' ends
If you lose all your friends

That's where I'm from
Where're you goin' if you don't look back
What's the use of havin' ends
If you lose all your friends

Paintin' on the wall, ten years gone by
Playin' on the stereo with the volume kinda low
Scheme Team's comin', bring me along
We gonna throw a hut party til' the break of dawn
With the Soul poppin', that's Soul Poetry
Chameleon playin' bringin' wit' that team

Bring a tab and a 40 and a bag of weed
That's all I need G 'cuz I ain't Freaky
Trippin' for days, runnin' the maze
Goin' down to Venice, sippin' on the Guinness
These are the times that I always think of
And this is dedicated to the ones I love

That's where I'm from
Where're you goin' if you don't look back
What's the use of havin' ends
If you lose all your friends

Now times have changed and I'm on tour
And I don't see my friend every day no more
And 'cuz they don't see me they think I've changed
But I'm the same motherfucker no doubt
What's it all about, I thought we was people

I'm tryin' to get mine, I thought you had my back
Man, I can't understand, they used to slap my hand
Ask me for a grand and run wit' your man
Behind my back and diss me
If you wanna fuck me first ya gotta kiss me

That's where I'm from
Where're you goin' if you don't look back
What's the use of havin' ends
If you lose all your friends

That's where I'm from
Where're you goin' if you don't look back
What's the use of havin' ends
If you lose all your friends

That's where I'm from
Where're you goin' if you don't look back
What's the use of havin' ends
If you lose all your friends

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Invisible - Lyrics - Songs About Girls - Will I Am

Title: Invisible
Album: Songs About Girls
Artist: Will I Am
Composer(s): Jean Baptiste, Mike Mchenry, Caleb Speir, William Adams, Joshua Singleton, George Pajon

Lyric:
And we try to fix it up but it's too late
Let's give up, had enough, no more mistakes
Here we go, here we go
'Cause you can't see where I'm comin' from, I feel so invisible

My lady got me goin' crazy 'cos we be havin' problems
And I think that she ready to go away
Where she could be happy 'cause we be steady arguin'
And I can't really take it no more, no, no

Too much of fussin' and fightin' and she used to be so excitin'
And now it's just not invitin' no mo'
Now, baby, why even bother
If we can't help one another over

And we try to fix it up but it's too late
Let's give up, had enough, no more mistakes
Here we go, here we go
'Cause you can't see where I'm comin' from, I feel so invisible

She can't see me, hey, she can't see me
The girl can't see me, no, she can't see me
(I'm invisible)

She can't see me, hey she can't see me
The girl can't see me, no, she can't
(I'm invisible)

My lady don't even be listenin', I be tryin' to tell her
But she says she can't take it no mo'
Because she can't really handle it, love is somethin' scandalous
I just let her walk out the door, whatever

Whatever happens was meant to be
So why don't we simply stop playin' games mentally
(Games, games, games)
Whatever we did or didn't, let's hurry up and just get it over

And we try to fix it up but it's too late
Let's give up, had enough, no more mistakes
Here we go, here we go
'Cause you can't see where I'm comin' from, I feel so invisible

She can't see me, hey, she can't see me
The girl can't see me, no, she can't see me
(I'm invisible)

She can't see me, hey, she can't see me
The girl can't see me, no she can't

I'm invisible, I'm invisible, I'm invisible, I got no visual
I be talkin', she be walkin', walkin' with her eyes closed
Tryna get her attention, does she see me? No, she don't

I'm invisible, I'm invisible
I be yellin' in her face but she don't even notice
I be speakin', she be creepin', creepin' with her eyes closed
Check her out, there she goes, creepin' with her eyes closed

But it's too late
Let's give up, had enough, no more mistakes
Here we go, here we go
'Cause you can't see where I'm comin' from, I feel so
(I'm invisible)

And we try to fix it up but it's too late
Let's give up, had enough, no more mistakes
Here we go, here we go
'Cause you can't see where I'm comin' from, I feel so invisible

I'm invisible, I'm invisible
I'm invisible, I'm invisible
I'm invisible

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This Is How We Do - Lyrics - Big Money Heavyweight - Big Tymers

Title: This Is How We Do
Album: Big Money Heavyweight
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Byron O. Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

This how we do it, where I'm from
I'm thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
Shine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
Walkin' to my Escalade, tell them niggas I'm not afraid
To let the nine, sing out, it can ring out

This how we do it, where I'm from
I'm thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
Shine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
Walkin' to my Escalade, tell them niggas I'm not afraid
To let the nine, sing out, it can ring out

Got one more minute, hold last call
Two drunk players leaning on the wall
Three crazy niggas screamin', "Alcohol"
Four more niggas claimin' that they ball

Five bartenders and they all want leave
Six ugly bitches with some fucked up weaves
Seven dyked broads and they all look rough
Eight niggas hollerin', "Don't fuck wit us"

Nine bitches runnin' off at the mouth
Ten bitches trying to hear what they talkin' about
Eleven cute shorties in the whole damn club
Twelve wannabe, gonna be, nothin' but scrubs

Thirteen fights, niggas, bitches and dykes
Fourteen police reading niggas they rights
Fifteen minutes on Interstate-10
At the strip club, we gon' do it again

This how we do it, where I'm from
I'm thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
Shine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
Walkin' to my Escalade, tell them niggas I'm not afraid
To let the nine, sing out, it can ring out

This how we do it, where I'm from
I'm thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
Shine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
Walkin' to my Escalade, tell them niggas I'm not afraid
To let the nine, sing out, it can ring out

Comin' through my hood on spinnin' blades
Mami know my name, niggas know I don't play
Jump out the whip, and we blaze in the shade
'Cause I gotta get straight, got an ounce of that haze

Early birds don't play, makin' drops in the spots
We struggle, but we hustle, man we hustle 'round the clock
Goin' to the club, where the bottles gon' pop
We VIP niggas, so them bitches gon' jock

Maybach on them 23's
Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be nigga?
You know that be baby
He goin' to the club in somethin' updated

Porsche trucks, Infinity graded
Gotta give props to the man that made me
Red Gold, I start it went crazy
Afford to stunt, niggas, stay in y'all places

This how we do it, where I'm from
I'm thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
Shine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
Walkin' to my Escalade, tell them niggas I'm not afraid
To let the nine, sing out, it can ring out

This how we do it, where I'm from
I'm thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
Shine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
Walkin' to my Escalade, tell them niggas I'm not afraid
To let the nine, sing out, it can ring out

Pimp, picture me and your misses, lit up like Christmas
I look her in her eyes, and ask her could she kiss this
I do you, but never ever him he is a wimp, and you is a pimp
Then she goes down, to my brown, one eye, big guy, hear that sound?
Slurp, slurp, take that spit turn everything off bruh check out my outfit

I'm in the club smokin' buds with my thugs
Hoes show me love, and I never been a scrub
I'm walkin' out, thought lil' one had a grudge
She the one he love, so I hit 'em with a dub

I'm in an Escalade faded, waistline crazy
The yellow-gold stealth, faded
Got the chrome, nigga, plated
Hoes gon' love it, but these busters gon' hate it

This how we do it, where I'm from
I'm thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
Shine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
Walkin' to my Escalade, tell them niggas I'm not afraid
To let the nine, sing out, it can ring out

This how we do it, where I'm from
I'm thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
Shine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
Walkin' to my Escalade, tell them niggas I'm not afraid
To let the nine

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Numb Numb - Lyrics - Juve The Great - Juvenile

Title: Numb Numb
Album: Juve The Great
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): D Edwards, Terius Gray

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Lyric:
Ay you wan' score ki, no you wan' score an ounce
I ain't gon' show you shit, make sure you got the right amount
Boy I can't front you nuttin' but I respect ya G
It could get fatal if I let niggaz get next to me
The junkies like my coke, Doctors, and Lawyers too
They in, and out here all day lookin' for the right Peru
I use to do it too but I had to let it go
I can't get loaded I'm lil' wodie that supply the coke

My shit'll have you where you don't even much wanna eat
Have you a lack of sleep always out up in them streets
Been in rehab for weeks come home and get a bag from me
You gon' relapse indeed, probably want ever leave
Don't want no problems, I just wanna get this cheddar please
I can't get popped, I've been convicted for two felonies
Look I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter
I hope they ain't ridin' I need to sell this other quarter

If you score some coke from me, you will be
Numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb
If you don't get it from me you will be
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
You'll be comin' back in minutes to get
Some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some
Damn Juvie where you get that
From, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from

They don't work off the hit 'cause we don't fuck with the foes
They be sellin' them soft we had enough of them sold
And we work off the hit 'cause we don't fuck with the foes
We don't be sellin' them soft we had enough of them sold

Weigh it and bring it in this shit is shipped to me
I never transported nothin' peep out my history
My house is sittin' plush-my cars is lookin' lovely
Police men wanna cuff me therefore I'm rollin' buckets
Not tryna make it public don't wanna be the subject
Mama tunin' it don't spend ya money boy stay in ya budget
I seen a lot of fools goin' buyin' a lot of shoes
They children not in school they gotta lot to prove

I puts my money back up into my flip
Some to the side in case them people run up in my shit
Chopper up all the time with two taped up clips
And if you come fuckin' with mine I'm a use this bitch
They want me for distribution from New Orleans to Houston
Someone been runnin' there mouth tellin' 'em how much I'm movin'
I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter
I hope they ain't ridin' I need to sell this other quarter

If you score some coke from me, you will be
Numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb
If you don't get it from me you will be
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
You'll be comin' back in minutes to get
Some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some
Damn Juvie where you get that
From, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from

I got my first work when I was sixteen
And niggaz still not knowin' what happened to brick leans
It's not an easy task might have to beat the last
You gon' get caught up out here tryna save ya people ass
Can't have 'em bring it first if you can't pay 'em its worth
You could get murdered for that he just may let it burst
Smart high walk to earth, and maybe enemy turf
Pray I don't get in they way just let 'em do they dirt

And I know after the cut woah my shit is the bomb
That must be the Saudi Arabia 'cause it ain't Hussein
You ain't got that Florida dope, ride it down a coke
Have to spend all ya dough or you want leave fa sho
They come in Menthazine no caps on it is
Want be that long before ya family know you on that shit
Look I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter
I hope they ain't ridin' I need to sell this other quarter

If you score some coke from me, you will be
Numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb
If you don't get it from me you will be
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
You'll be comin' back in minutes to get
Some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some
Damn Juvie where you get that
From, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from

If you score some coke from me, you will be
Numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb
If you don't get it from me you will be
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
You'll be comin' back in minutes to get
Some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some
Damn Juvie where you get that
From, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from

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Redrum - Lyrics - Celly Cel

Title: Redrum
Artist: Celly Cel
Composer(s): Kenneth Darnell Franklin, Robert Lee Green Jr., Marceles Mccarver

Lyric:
Murder one, motherfuckers call it Re drum
Doin' niggaz in and let them shells pile up
From dumpin' on these niggas in my motherfuckin' face
I breaks 'em off a taste of that Ciggety Cel and Spice

Gettin' it on like Marvin Gaye
I'll meet you by the motherfuckin' dock of the East Bay
(Blew)
Kill 'em off like this, ba-da-ba-ba-ba-bye
Them slugs couldn't spill me, them niggaz shoulda killed me
Now I wanna know who they are
When I put some slugs in them niggaz kill 'em off in they car

You see, they can't fuck around with niggas who's so quick to blast
So quick to put these slugs up in your ass
They be a hundred miles and runnin' when they see me comin'
Bringin more funk than the pussy on a yeast infected woman
So kick the flow, you see a nigga stompin' with that 'H' on my back
Choppin' these fools in half with my Mack

Mass motherfuckin', murder they ain't breathin'
That niggas wheezin', hot slugs got him freezin'
Coughin' and he's soundin' like he got a cold
But he's chokin' off that Redrum, whole fuckin' body numb

Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Retaliation is a must where I'm from
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Drinkin' Redrum 'cuz I'm 187 proof

Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Retaliation is a must where I'm from
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Drinkin' Redrum 'cuz I'm 187 proof

(Blaaw)
Murder in the first and shit
Beat a nigga dead body with the pistol grip, playa
Spice 1 often shoots, kickin' knocked out niggas
In the head with boots
I got my mothafuckin' choppa, pop a cap, in your ass

'Cuz you can't stop a psychopathic motherfuckin' nut
Snatch all your fuckin' guts
Leave your ass in a ditch all opened up
Kickin' the tales of the niggaz who got crept on
Blow out his fuckin' brains 'cuz I was slept on

Now I'm posted with a chopper in my coat full of Hennessey
Fixin' to let my 40 spit out thirty-two when I see
These niggas that wanna test a playa swingin' from my nuts
Pull my mighty Mack and let the street sweeper sweep him up
The only thing I leave behind is casings on the ground

Lookin' for the snitches on the block so I can buck 'em down
I get's my clown with every round that I let fly
Trigger happy niggy in the hood, die nigga die
Funk for life, when they smoke me that's when I'm done
So take a sip of this red motherfuckin' rum

Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Retaliation is a must where I'm from
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Drinkin' Redrum 'cuz I'm 187 proof

Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Retaliation is a must where I'm from
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Drinkin' Redrum 'cuz I'm 187 proof

Call me the Undertaker, call me the casket closer
Fillin' niggas up with lead like they fill Shwisher's up with doja
At the graveyard countin' the bodies I left in the mud
I break 'em off, ain't nothin' but buckin' till they spittin' blood
But niggas don't feel me, they wanna kill me
But these fools don't know me, I rolls them like a blunt

Fill 'em with slugs and bury them slowly
Infrared beam gleam, he's dead on the scene, shot in the spleen
Got two in the chest, he's off the scene
It's C-Celly Cel and Spice 1 sp-splittin' wigs
It's murderin' so some of that Redrum come take a swig
(Blaaw)

These motherfuckin' nuts if you wanna murder me
Harder to kill than your average motherfuckin' 'G'
Put a cap up in that ass, nigga with a gat that's quick to blast
Raisin' up outta the funk with a chrome four four
And a black ski mask
Killin' for the cash, mobbin' that ass
When so many of these gang buckshots shatter my glass

Mashed on the block and I kept on bustin'
Gotta let them know I'm not no Midnarc
Put it up in Piznark and let my A.K. Biznark, beitch
Killin' off niggas in the diznark
You ever seen what a bullet can do to flesh
Just call me Messy Marvin, leaves a mess

Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Retaliation is a must where I'm from
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Drinkin' Redrum 'cuz I'm 187 proof

Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Retaliation is a must where I'm from
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Drinkin' Redrum 'cuz I'm 187 proof

Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Retaliation is a must where I'm from
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Drinkin' Redrum 'cuz I'm 187 proof

Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Retaliation is a must where I'm from
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Drinkin' Redrum 'cuz I'm 187 proof

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Stomp (Remix) - Lyrics - Young Buck

Title: Stomp (Remix)
Artist: Young Buck
Composer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard, Jayceon Terrll Taylor, Christopher Bridges, David Brown

Lyric:
Uh, oh, young buck
Dirty south, yo

I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch how I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp

Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

I'm Cadillac n through the hood sittin' on 24's
T.V's playin' rim's spinnin', blowin' plenty 'dro
Don't have to mention when you pimpin' you get plenty hoes
It's all on you if you gon' trick or you gon' get yo' dough

I know I got these haters, mad I can love that
When you got love for the streets, they give ya love back
Look in my eyes, you can tell I ain't never scared
Poppin' them thangs, I'm rockin' my chain anywhere

If you gon' represent your hood, what you waitin' on?
Security better back up when they play this song
And we 'bout 50 strong, please don't make us do you wrong
My click of guerrilla's they got they G-Unit's on

All of that mean muggin' really don't mean nothin'
C'mon n' take it outside, let me see somethin'
W-w-what now? Don't get B-B-Buck'd down
Stop all this hatin' or this club gon' get s-s-shut down

Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch how I get the club crunk I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys, do and stomp

Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

G-G-G-Unit, comin' straight outta Compton
Lace up my G-6's and I'm A-Town stompin'
Got ten-thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump in
'Cause Luda and Young Buck always gettin' me into somethin'

Low rider out front, I'm tryin' to get into somethin'
Step on banks, shoot one more time then I'ma start bustin'
Rows gold in my grill, I got a dirty mouth
And a bitch with a fat ass from the dirty, dirty south

I wasn't tryin' to get the cover of the Double XL
Just tryin' to fuck Mya 'cause Dre said, "Sex sells"
Don't be mad at the rocks in my fuckin' chain
Don't be mad 'cause your bitch chose Buck and Game

You see the logo tatted on my neck
The same one I'm autographin' on the chest
Put your bottles in the air for Yayo, he on House Arrest
And on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit West
Now stomp, G-G-G-Unit, now stomp, G-G-G-Unit

I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch how I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp

Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

Mothafucka, I'm a monster in this game similar to the Lochness
My rhymes is nappy rooted, some verses gotta process
The truth in this booth, ain't no doubt when I'm rappin'
If I say it I've either done it or it's 'bout to happen

When I pull up in the Louis truck on 26's people dumb out
If life's a crap game, I'm rollin' 7's on the come out
These rapper's think I'm ignent, love sayin' my name
'Cause maintainin' my fish tank an' they house cost the same

Ask me I'll say I made it an' it sure wasn't luck
'Cause hustler's relate to me and some are younger than Buck
You see I'm married to my music but we got a prenupt
So, if that bitch don't act right, I'm still gettin' my cut

My deals never get screwed my contracts practice abstinence
I'm masterin' this program hazin' these undergraduates
So, pimpin' be easy, quit catchin' feelings
'Cause you worth a couple hundred grand and I'm worth millions
Nobodys thinkin' about you plus your beef ain't legit
So, please stay off the T I P of my dick

I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch how I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp

Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

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Do You Know Where You'Re Coming From? - Lyrics - Jamiroquai

Title: Do You Know Where You'Re Coming From?
Artist: Jamiroquai
Composer(s): Jason Kay, Derrick Mckenzie, Marlon Hart, Toby Smith

Lyric:
Oh, do you know
Where you're comin' from?

Nothing is as clear
Imagine in your mind, oasis
Far a wide beyond our livin'
Sure enough I'm tired out tryin'
Hang on when this world is spinnin'

I was left out there was no light
There was no sound here in the dark
Fishin' around for meaning
But, I had to ask someone I knew
Not so far away from where I was
She said

?Hey, do you know where you're comin' from?
Do you know now where you're goin' to??
She said, ?Hey, have you been
Somewhere you've never ever been before??
I said, ?Well nothin' is as clear??

Nothin' is as clear without
Holdin' hand to gently guide you
Once that disappeared
But it's so close now that I'm here beside you
I was left down there was no light

There was no sound here in the dark
Fishin' around for meaning
I had to ask someone I knew
Not so far away from where I was
She said

?Hey, do you know where you're comin' from?
Hey, do you know now where you're goin' to??
She said "Hey, have you been
Somewhere you've never been before?
Now nothin' is as clear?

Oh, do you know, now where you're goin' to?
She said, "Hey, do you know now where you're comin' from?"
Hey, have you been somewhere you've never ever been before?
Nothin' is as clear!?

I was left down
I was left down
I was left down

Imagine in your mind, oasis
Far a wide beyond our livin'
Sure enough I'm tired out tryin' to
Hang on when this world is spinnin'

I was left out there was no light
There was no sound here in the dark
Fishin' around for meaning
But, I had to ask someone I knew
Not so far away from where I was
She said

?Oh, do you know where you're comin' from?
Hey, do you know where you're goin' to?
Hey, have you been somewhere you've never been before?
Oh, now nothin' can ever be as clear?

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Where U At Rock - Lyrics - Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp - Kid Rock

Title: Where U At Rock
Album: Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): R.J. Ritchie

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Lyric:
Huh, I grew a hurdling cattle
I got more rhymes than heroin in Seattle
You wanna battle with the rock quite frontin?
I?ll spit on your ass and then tell you that you ain?t nothin?

Grab your honey and your beer and I?ll break south
Take your money then I?ll tell ya, "Get the Hell out"
I?ll put your head out, this is my night
How ya gonna step with rock when I got the mic

I shot the Sheriff and the Deputy too
Paid off the feds now it?s all about my crew
What you hoes wanna do
One at a time or all at once I?ll still roll through your whole crew

Like a south bound trucker
Hoss and motherfuckers take shorts motherfuckers take a loss
And when you step with your anger
I?m like the robot from lost in space

I give a warning but if you don?t take it
I?ll put my arm around your neck like we?re cool then I?ll break it
It?s all real cop a feel from my steel
Here?s the deal when I say clap your hands like a seal

Or better yet give respect where it?s earned
You'll eat me up I?m like a hot pepper and you might get burned
You took a turn for the worst
Walked up in my face rode away in a hurse

Now how you gonna front on that
Kid Rock?s in the house that?s where I?m at

Where u at Rock? Where u at?
Over here in the rear with your girl in the fourties of beer
Where u at Rock, where u at?
Over there with the bad attitude 'cause I just don?t care
Where u at Rock? Where u at?
Where u at Rock? Where u at?

1 2, and you don?t stop
3 4, and you don?t quit
1 2, and you don?t stop

From the depths of Hell to God?s right hand side
I?m what?s left of the get paid, self made pride
I?ll step in stride, I?m raw as cow hide
My first LP is still sellin? that ain?t no jive

Am I the chosen one
Some people ain?t getttin? where I?m comin? from
Or where I?m goin? to stand back
Kid Rock?s in the house that?s where I?m at

Where u at Rock? Where u at?
Over here in the rear with your girl in the fourties of beer
Where u at Rock, where u at?
Over there with the bad attitude 'cause I just don?t care
Where u at Rock? Where u at?
Where u at Rock? Where u at?

Rock the house yo
Come on

And I?ll be the long haired wizard with the lazy eye
Ask the ladies and they?ll tell ya that I?m crazy fly
I?m steppin? to the mic like a soldier bro
I hate to sound like a dick but I told ya so hoe

Old crow and a soul full of desperation
I?m rockin? up on the mic with no consideration
For you?re church or you?re family
I am ragged couldn?t stand me so she banned me

I?m like a Dandy Lion Jack
You can cut me down and then I?ll pop right back
And attack from the back like a great white
I?m not down with the scrappin? but I?m down for the gun fight

Behind my back talkin? shit
But when I front your ass you wanna act like a little bitch
Keep on and you get your ass macked
Kid Rock?s in the house that?s where I?m at

Where u at Rock? Where u at?
Over here in the rear with your girl in the fourties of beer
Where u at Rock? Where u at?
Over there with the bad attitude 'cause I just don?t care
Where u at Rock? Where u at?
Over here, over here, over here

Where u at Rock? Where u at?
Over there with the bad attitude 'cause I just don?t care
Where u at Rock? Where u at?
Where u at Rock? Where u at?
Where u at Rock? Where u at?
Over here, over here, over here

Where u at Rock? Where u at?
Over there with the bad attitude 'cause I just don?t care
Where u at Rock? Where u at?

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Ghetto Rich - Lyrics - Rich Boy - Rich Boy

Title: Ghetto Rich
Album: Rich Boy
Artist: Rich Boy
Composer(s): Jamal Jones, Maurece Richards, Mykel

Lyric:
Shit, we tryna get it for real
Oh, Rich Boy, you niggas better get focused
Get money, muthafucka, get money, muthafucka

Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K's
Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police
Still gettin' pulled over and asked by the police

'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
See the color of ya skin get 'cha put in the pen
It's real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone
Sendin' niggas to the pen or the funeral home

I be feelin' like the Lord'll never answer me back
So I'm holdin' on my gat just in case they attack
Bullet holes in ya house'll make it hard to sleep
Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap

'Lotta niggas doin' life from under covers and fake friends
It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men
Niggas doin' life from under covers and fake friends
It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men

It's where you live, it's where you play
It's where you learn your favorite slang
Your world is ghetto

It's where I live, it's where I'm from
It's where you had to tote your gun
Your world is ghetto

Can't explain how I feel growin' up in the gutter
Told my mama that I love her put nobody above her
Doin' crimes, a hard time for food on the plate
Know a couple of niggas ain't never comin' out the gate

Movin' weight the only thing them street niggas know
Servin' thangs at school, they never teach 'em, don't show
But a 44'll get 'cha money fast from robbin'
Do or die situation when ya tired, be stavin'

Government'd never send me a dime for school
So I went and started workin' like my nine my tool
I'm a leader for the South, pa, open ya ears
Young kids where I'm from wear permanent tears

It's where you live, it's where you play
It's where you learn your favorite slang
Your world is ghetto

It's where I live, it's where I'm from
It's where you had to tote your gun
Your world is ghetto

I'm a product of the block, watch the fiends come back
Got a couple white packs 'cause they fiend for that
Early five in the mornin', pigs showin' they badge
Real niggas in the street still showin' they rags

Speed bumps in the road start slowin' me down
See them fake niggas actin' like they know me now
Got a chance to advance, so I'm makin' my move
Couple o' people still thinkin' they got somethin' to prove

Pay the card for the South, yeah the hood my home
Told my mama I'ma leave the dope game alone
On my knees every night conversatin' wit God
Niggas dyin' everyday 'cause they wanna be hard

Still totin' my piece 'cause it ain't nothin' like the movies
I'm wearin' my vest in case they hit me wit the Uzi
Even if I take a trip around the world and back
I'm representin' for the hoods where they feel me at

It's where you live, it's where you play
It's where you learn your favorite slang
Your world is ghetto

It's where I live, it's where I'm from
It's where you had to tote your gun
Your world is ghetto, your world, ghetto

Throw 'em up if you know what the hood like
Throw 'em up if you lookin' for that good life
Throw 'em up if ya ghetto, shit
Your world, ghetto

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Comin' Home - Lyrics - Montell Jordan

Title: Comin' Home
Artist: Montell Jordan
Composer(s): Joe Sample, Montell Jordan, Will Jennings

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Lyric:
I'm comin' home
I said I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home
I said I'm comin' home
I just can't wait to get back home

I'm comin' home
(Back to L.A.)
I said I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home
(Ba-back to L.A.)
I said I'm comin' home

I'm comin' home
(Back to L.A.)
I said I'm comin' home
(Ba-back to L.A.)

Damn, it's good to be back home
In city streets where I used to roam
The neighborhood has changed
But somehow always stays the same

Liquor stores on every other block
I see my homies so I make a stop
And though I'm tempted
I won't fall back in the game

My next stop is filled with love
Because it's moms and pops I'm thinkin' of
As I get closer, I smell the barbecue
And as I step into the yard

My grandma shouts, "I praise the Lord"
And so do the honeys, uh
This'll be so cool
To be back home
(Back to L.A.)
Where I belong
(Ba-back to L.A.)

I'm back in L.A.
(Back to L.A.)
Where I used to stay
(Ba-back to L.A.)
Where I long to be
(Back to L.A.)

This is home for me
(Ba-back to L.A.)
Back in L.A.
(Back to L.A.)
(Ba-back to L.A.)

As the party starts to coolin' out
You know me and here's what I'm thinkin' 'bout
Gettin' with a cutie, 'cause I don't have much time
(My flight leaves at nine)

Should I go with the one that I know well?
Or swing a new one back to my hotel?
It really doesn't matter
'Cause all of them are so fine

Now, um, uh, I think I know what kind of woman you are
So what would you do for a Klondike bar?
Would you swing from a chandelier?
Or maybe whisper "Oh Monty" with your tongue in my ear

I tell ya, girl, if you're the one that I choose
I'm knockin' boots and pumps and any other kind of shoes
And you could keep my drawers as memoirs
Of my last day, when Monty Swing was back in L.A.

(Back to L.A.)
Where I long to be
(Ba-back to L.A.)
This is home for me
(Back to L.A.)

I'm back in L.A., yeah
(Ba-back to L.A.)
(Back to L.A.)
Where I long to be
(Ba-back to L.A.)

Back in L.A.
(Back to L.A.)
Oh oh, oh oh
(Ba-back to L.A.)

As a tear comes to my eye
It's so hard to say goodbye
I would like to stay
But I got other plans

So I tip my cap with ease
I treasure all those precious memories
'Cause I got to get back
Out to all of my fans

Now it's off to Atlanta GA
And I might stop in D.C. on the way
Chillin' on the east coast
But just a little while

But no matter where I go
I will always let you know
That I'm singing this
South Central L.A. style

And I'm back home
(Back to L.A.)
Where I belong
(Ba-back to L.A.)

I'm back in L.A.
(Back to L.A.)
Where I used to stay
(Ba-back to L.A.)

Where I long to be
(Back to L.A.)
This is home for me
(Ba-back to L.A.)

Back in L.A.
(Back to L.A.)
Oh oh, oh oh
(Ba-back to L.A.)

I'm chillin' on Crenshaw
(Back to L.A.)
On 54th Street
(Ba-back to L.A.)

On 4th Avenue
(Back to L.A.)
This might be new to you
(Ba-back to L.A.)

But I'm goin' on home
(Back to L.A.)
This is where I belong
(Ba-back to L.A.)

I'm back in L.A.
(Back to L.A.)
Oh oh, oh oh
(Ba-back to L.A.)

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At Night - Lyrics - Az

Title: At Night
Artist: Az
Composer(s): Anthony Cruz, M Curry, Damian Blyden

Lyric:
I don't give a hell what you spit
(This is)
Who you are, where you from
(This is projects)
I don't give a hell what you spit
(Urban wolves)
Who you are, where you from
And who the hell you be gettin'
(Dream team baby)

I don't give a hell what you spit
(The sosa of the game has returned)
Who you are, where you from
(Brooklyn)
I don't give a hell what you spit
(Black sopranos)
Who you are, where you from
(Let's play)
And who the hell you be gettin'

Nice and smooth, white knights, icy jewels
So cool, but the slightest shit ignite my fuels
Love it low, stay in mine, attach semi
'Cuz its hard to enter rap just passin' by
XK8, it's all good, the next they hate
Was never the type of nigga that flexed his weight
See, frontin' just ain't my forte, I'm all foreplay
Hoppin' out the Porsche, drop products on graves

My slow grind story niggas cosign for me
Y'all slouch rappin' fake trash niggas' rhymes bore me
Adore me, respect niggas way before me
Since a shorty, in love with big guns and orgies
Engaged to it, guzzlin' that beige fluid
Spazzin' like its the music that made me do it
Move through it if you that thorough, I'm certified
Through the grapevine, I know that niggas heard I'm live

I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
(This is projects)
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
And who the hell you be gettin'

I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
And who the hell you be gettin'

Look, look, I be postured up like I'm toasted up nice
Stop niggas from gettin' killed, broken up fights
Blunted at the park jams, opened up mics
Now its on us, in the I focus on right
It's hardball, now niggas can't call foul
Y'all can't get with me, I can't fall now

Immune to the murderous plots
Been about it way before niggas heard I was hot
Heavy jewels, the type to keep the herb in the sock
A fresh pair, and I fuck with them Germans a lot
Let's play, pop bottles like its no tomorrow
Ricky Ricardo, the young black Leonardo
Part Spanish, my robe'll make the dark vanish

Too complicated for y'all 85's, don't understand it
Respect game, there's rules as a criminal
So recognize I'm a five star general
You touchin' who

I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
And who the hell you be gettin'

I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
And who the hell you be gettin'

Yo, yo, at time its hard illin', it kinda scars the feelings
But what y'all want from a game that's involved in millions
Cars, and chillin', sex with they broads, but villain
It could find a broke man, have him harm civilians
It's like a Larson and razor blades but robbers spinnin'
Niggas runnin' from court tryna dodge they sentence
The odds is endless, moms can't calm the menace
Its like Saddam's in us, comin' fully armed for business

Chrome pubelies, smoke great, two tone seventies
Five miles on the same line, the zone is deadly
Hope heaven got a ghetto for us
In the hood, for the hustlers that bled before us
Weep slow, soak in, feel the Schweppervesence
Specialize foot notes for the adolescents
Locked in, there's beef in the game now
I know its deep but the streets know the name now
The war is on

I don't give a hell what you spit
(This is)
Who you are, where you from
(This is project)
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
And who the hell you be gettin'

I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
And who the hell you be gettin'

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