Girl's so high now Don't know how she's walking in the high heels now All the boys are stalking Picking up the scent now And she's wondering how she'
Girl's so high now Don't know how she's walking in the high heels now All the boys are stalking Picking up the scent now And she's wondering how she's
the back streets I couldn't let the police, jack me Gotta be quiet, I'm on the down low I got the yah-yo, moving by the pound so When the police try me
money and fame, I changed my name And played a different game Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle If one more cop harrasses me I just might go
gettin' paid and I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid Where did I go astray I'm hanging in the back streets running with G's and dope fiends will they jack
Fuck away from me You're so sorry.. (Chorus) I'm so sorry (so sorry) for all this time (so, so sorry) for all this time (I'm so so sorry) for all this
in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band Just
just rat pack Muthafuckas know Loc is on a rampage You better duck when I bust my 12-guage I might move on a fool with a small gat Lounge in the cut, catch him slippin, then jack Now I just
that (hahaaa!) I've been here before, it's so familiar. (yeah!) Bag up, fill up the para-familiar, (fuck with me!) I wanna win so bad nigga I kill ya!
have Hummers big as Hell in the joint wearin' '86 numbers damm Dog, you been in here that long? you could think that, but say that and yo' ass is dead wrong
bout my rhymes Rather be broke or slinging dope than hold my tongue back Niggas who put on acts get they ass beat up and jacked I'm not a killer?just
you"] [Chorus] Yeah, I do it all for you, I do it all for you I do it all for you, I do it allllll for you They put me on the wrong world, yes they
grab you cause you just not knowin' about flowin' i can climax to you rap too short too long too slow too fast you lacks on point you wrong you won't
It's like glass and dirt, water and sand Things tend to burn the hotter the pan Left and right, and right and wrong Wrong and guilty, convicted and hung
on Dayton rims So roll roll roll the '83 cadilaac coupe deville If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will [AFROMAN] Well it was just
Dayton rims. So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coup de Ville. If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will. Well it was just sundown in a
