Lyrics
Most my life on 51st, moved my crack across the street
but her old ass sixty something
see my daughter need some shoes and my mom work overtime
Slang to him and slang to her, just a year after pac died we all bump suga free ScHoolboy, rock a chain i m kunta k out in texas what s the word
Just a year after pac died we all bump suga free, i took her place
roll my cyc on hoover s street
grandma said be home by night
Rock a chain i m kunta k out in texas what s the word, charge them smokers day through night, that yay yay
But thank god the yay was yay, yawk yawk yawk
That yay yay, need that kilo, no them boys on figg don t play
still i love her
Drug dealin nigga, after crack it s oxy next
roll my cyc on hoover s street
Used to fight on 49th, had cocaine in the pot
used to fight on 49th
that yay yay
Keep them packs and that s for sure, rock a chain i m kunta k out in texas what s the word
Had pockets full of ox whole life i been a g, unless we od with reynold s wrap Yay, no them boys on figg don t play
No them boys on figg don t play, used to fight on 49th Yay, had bitches on the block
no them boys on figg don t play
when she died
Unless we od with reynold s wrap, slang to him and slang to her
slang to him and slang to her
Had pockets full of ox whole life i been a g, had strippers on the pole, no them boys on figg don t play
But thank god the yay was yay, off the yee like it s the bay, keep them packs and that s for sure
Get the cheese but cut the mice, bitch we call our shit the set, cause them grades ain t get me paid
I took her place, i took her place
yawk yawk yawk
That yay yay, had cocaine in the pot
Shrimp with sake, still i love her, after crack it s oxy next
We don t call our shit the trap, sellin pies who need a slice Yay, shrimp with sake
Slangin hoes and every car door need a key, and became a fucking g
Just might off him, grandma said be home by night, so i m standin by that stop sign with nickels and them dimes
keep my nina
so i m standin by that stop sign with nickels and them dimes
Unless we od with reynold s wrap, i m a drug dealin nigga
Got that oxy, sellin pies who need a slice
got fiends at the do so i turned that to a rock
But her old ass sixty something, shrimp with sake
Didn t know what he was sayin til them years done jumped to three, roll my cyc on hoover s street
Got fiends at the do so i turned that to a rock, most my life on 51st
Ask a fiend they will concur, moved my crack across the street
Had pistols in my hands, charge them smokers day through night
Get the cheese but cut the mice, still i love her ScHoolboy, just a year after pac died we all bump suga free
Enemies be left to right, so i m standin by that stop sign with nickels and them dimes, got fiends at the do so i turned that to a rock
that yay yay
still i love her
So three hours late aiight, and became a fucking g
Sellin pies who need a slice, keep them packs and that s for sure, yawk yawk yawk
roll my cyc on hoover s street
Still i love her, had pockets full of ox whole life i been a g, no them boys on figg don t play
Most my life on 51st, keep that work
Still i love her, still i love her, grandma said be home by night
