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Peak #7,248
Peak in subgenre #4,068
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September 05, 2006
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Lyrics
humming
its far, (far), as im riding in the car
from the dreams i had onces of jewles and cars
cuz this car, has a light like a star
and two cops in the front with a shotgun cocked
and some bars and some bullitproof walls
where did we go wrong, its all gon
cuz this car, has a light like a star
and two cops in the front with a shotgun cocked
sittin rigged and locked to the bus going to prison
reliving life till the moment when dusty told me his vision
of selling keys to the buyers of pure columbian coke
and flashed back to the times when i was addicted to dope
and thought yeah, money to make was the main object
scoppin spots it Watts to find us the right subjects
its that powerderd allure, from one gram we made four
fiends on the corner still demand more
and in the midst of it all, we balled and had fun
in the blitz of a second my boys they got guns
we nicked a few times, had friends shot in the brain
but couldnt drop out the game, its dirt or its cocain
the others they shit is lame there flossing and showing off
running there mouth wide, they boss is a damn cop
and buggin they gave names, it spriled all to the top
at the end i said damn, led away in cuffs
its far, (far), as im riding in the car
from the dreams i had onces of jewles and cars
cuz this car, has a light like a star
and two cops in the front with a shotgun cocked
and some bars and some bullitproof walls
where did we go wrong, its all gon
cuz this car, has a light like a star
and two cops in the front with a shotgun cocked
im gettin ready a buesness to be made from a cell
its all motive, like bombs being made by a cell
i saw red as i fell, the cold steel on my wrist
the cop laughed as he pulled back with a twist
and a fist to the gut, like a kick to a mut
im in the back of a car with a bitch in the front
sayin words, like they matter, just to cover there ass
you got the right to remain silant, i fuckin pass
thinkin back, yeah right, those days gone
getting wack of that white yak, and black bong
getting stacked with a fat gat, and two phones
now im traped in gray rate, with one call
an di see the paint peel of the wall, its too cold
the gaurds deal with the white shit, just like before
its all wrong, my boy laughs as we rise
in a month, a disguise and our guys and wehre out
