Simplistic, domestic shit life Processed to fit in place The pathetic, ascetic shit life Depressed to fill in space Neglected, rejected Who wants this
Simplistic, Domestic, Shit life processed to fit in place Pathetic, ascetic, shit life, depressed to fill in space Neglected, rejected, who wants this
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simplistic, domestic, shit life, processed to fit in place pathetic, ascetic, shit life, depressed to fill in space neglected, rejected, who wants this
Could you just wait for me a while Is it too late, too late? I hope it's not too late, too late (x2) I hope it's not too late I got my whole life packed
Then, there are the times in my life When I feel, trapped Feel there's, no way out No escape To be honest, I don't know where my life is goin Where I'
Cutless with the raw scope, double ya dope Feel my back lash, body cash your whole fam and media Greedy shit, tag ya out the rag Jag, speedy shit Look
above it We wanna see our kids all grown up We're tired of seein' our hoods get blown up L.A. is a great place Fly girls, dope cars, life at a fast
nightmare? Or the American dream? So think twice if you're coming down my block You wanna journey through hell? Well shit gets hot Pregnant teens, children's screams Life
Coolin' in my crib, cold video dubbin' FBI wanted? Huh, don't mean nuttin' They call that shit a crime? Yo, that shit's a joke Hit record on my dope remote
ain't givin' up shit Word o' life Although I got a white engineer But he's gettin' minimum wage So it's cool, yeah Shit's been hijacked
Cali Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure Left a pound and a half of that shit still
or a knife This girl tried to kill me, took me within a inch of my life Now whips ain't all that she had All kinda crazy shit was at this bitch's pad
Life in the lane, stackin' up G's Chop shops taggin' up Benzes and Beamers Crack spots boilin' full kilos in beakers Damn, the game's quicker than shit
no sale, kid Hardcore to my heart from the fuckin start Whether done over beats or loud guitars I drop the dope hits Case you forgot, I invented this gangsta shit
ten niggas he should know But that still ain't shit in the game of blow He asked to see the dope, I asked to see the cash He reached for that briefcase
