Lyrics
My pops died on july 3rd, thought youd always be here, yo i grew up like the regular thug
Mothafuckin mambo, you still breathe, but yall niggas aint here
sometimes i get drunk all god damn day
yo from biggie smalls to killa b too
Chorus repeat 4x, i get touched it all absorb me like a weed head rush
I get touched it all absorb me like a weed head rush, and i still smoke my bogeys in the rest of the crew
sometimes i got money and i still feel broke
All my peoples street and physical, we all felt hopeless Noreaga, he used to make me hit the punching bag
Cant believe this shit, its like i feel a hush over the skies, the pain and project glory
We all felt hopeless, sometimes i got money and i still feel broke
I go to lengths with my rap strengths, yo from biggie smalls to killa b too
I know he probably didnt realize what he had, sometimes i wanna ride and smoke
cant believe this shit
sometimes i wanna ride and smoke
my only means of gettin money was to sell the crack
i swore an oath you would notice
mothafuckin mambo
Much drinkin when im thinkin, sometimes i wanna go back around the way
You still breathe, i know he probably didnt realize what he had Sometimes, though wed always be clique
its like i feel a hush over the skies
Yo aint nothin changed still play ball the same, sometimes i wanna ride and smoke, even if that means that you gotta strap up arms
Sometimes i get drunk all god damn day, sometimes i get drunk all god damn day Sometimes, locked it wit me
why my pops had to go
Sometimes i got money and i still feel broke, tremendously i blow weed deep in my memory
Keepin the thorough for my passed he-ro, its like i feel a hush over the skies Noreaga, my pen spittin and i show this
I know he probably didnt realize what he had, but i maintain still holdin in the pain
You know i poured out beer for fernando too, but i maintain still holdin in the pain Sometimes, he was a boxer god
but yall niggas aint here
I swore an oath you would notice, not yet not yet?, chorus repeat 4x
sometimes i get stressed and kick the door
the pain and project glory
the pain and project glory
I think i told you that, my only means of gettin money was to sell the crack
Your face show through your seeds, chorus repeat 2x Sometimes, my pops died on july 3rd
i shot a nigga did a bid nigga all of that
So now a nigga need mad herb, mothafuckin mambo, sometimes i get drunk all god damn day
Sometimes i get stressed and kick the door, i think i told you that Sometimes, through blunt smoke
I still see you featured in my heart sometimes it might wrinkle, touched by dead guys speakin
So now a nigga need mad herb, sometimes i get stressed and kick the door Noreaga, i think i told you that
i know he probably didnt realize what he had
I get touched it all absorb me like a weed head rush, and he really was glad yo the boxing the golden glove, sometimes i wanna cry and pray
He was a boxer god, he just a thug and i love him yo so ima spread that love Noreaga, and i still smoke my bogeys in the rest of the crew
Keepin the thorough for my passed he-ro, not yet not yet?
You still breathe, primo from the same block as me since we was shorties, chorus repeat 2x
nigga pone aint home
Nigga pone aint home, though wed always be clique Noreaga, sometimes i get drunk all god damn day
My nigga raheem, yo aint nothin changed still play ball the same Noreaga, the pain and project glory
Touched by dead guys speakin, and who know it that you go so quick
Chorus repeat 2x, touched by dead guys speakin
Even if that means that you gotta strap up arms, much drinkin when im thinkin
I shot a nigga did a bid nigga all of that, he used to make me hit the punching bag
Keepin the thorough for my passed he-ro, it aint fair no more, and i still smoke my bogeys in the rest of the crew
Though wed always be clique, my nigga raheem
and he really was glad yo the boxing the golden glove
And who know it that you go so quick, i know he probably didnt realize what he had Noreaga, and i still smoke my bogeys in the rest of the crew