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Dead City Sunday Other

She scream's at him from across the street. There eye's peel away from the scorching heat. She scream's even louder, but just can't beat this overwhelming

CIRCLE CITY and EASTSIDE BISHOPS got it goin' on With the M.G.'s, QUEEN STREET, V.N.G's ain't no stoppin' the VILLAGE TOWN, EASTSIDE PAIN, CRENSHAW MAFIA BE-BOP WATTS, CITY

Left the city, my momma she said don't come back home These kids round' killin each other, they lost they minds, they gone They quittin' school, making

Left the city, my mama, she said don't come back home. These kids round killing each other, they lost their minds, they gone. They quitting school, making

Tryin To See What The Fucks Up Boss City Ballas Niggas Get Ur Bucks Up I Gotta King Ranch Thatll Make U Put Trunks Up Looks Like Them Other Boys Ran

you off your cloud But I'm more than just a little curious How you're planning to go about Making your amends to the dead To the dead Recall the deeds

. [[George]] Taking the day on Sunday, Now that the dreary week is dead. Getting away on Sunday Brightens the dreary week ahead. Everyone's on display on Sunday

the fucks up Boss City Ballas, bitch niggas get your bucks up I gotta king ranch, that'll make you put ya trunks up Lookin like them other boys ran all

Left the city, my momma she said don't come back home These kids round' killin each other, they lost they minds, they gone They quittin' school, making