for the OG's, this is for the OG's/ This is for everyone back in the day, everyone who paved the way before me/ This is for the shorty's/ It's because
: Il y a si longtemps, si longtemps que je t'attends Je n'ai plus le temps de croire au printemps Quand tu es parti, nous avons juste vingt ans Il n'
wanted, fill me now with chilling dread You can never know the chaos, of a life turned on it's head Of a life turned on it's head Take a little time
out for "Help! Help!" "Slow down, your moving too fast Go home, you'll feel better for it Oh boy, you better stop dreaming It's all in your head!" 'Cause it's
a waste of time but there's no one i'd rather waste my time with than all of my best friends so start the car up, we'll all take turns but not for the
: oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes oh no oh no oh no oh no oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes oh no oh no oh no oh no oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes oh no oh no oh
: There is a place Reserved For me and my friends And when we go We all will go So you see I'm never alone There is a place With a bit more time
s "nice one," "geezer" But that's as far as the conversation went. I lost my friends, I dance alone, It's six o'clock, I wanna go home. But it's "no way
could go down together hand in hand camera's rolling forever but this is no story ending, and i'm no casanova there's no prize for admitting we let
do, like I do Is this what the scholars call, unrequited love I?ll take the sum of all the words I?ve said Cash em in, for your heart, for you Haven
: Ad esempio a me piace la strada col verde bruciato, magari sul tardi macchie piu scure senza rugiada coi fichi d'India e le spine dei cardi Ad esempio
For shittie, get wit' me, og's falls for halves A-T's kicked in the lab twenty G's worth of slabs A-hundred G's and snaps two crazy AK's My people got
slingin? weight None of that's yo? life that ten in the brown For XL six or seven fo? pound Suede seats is hot but Italian leather is better And with camera's
deep like the Brady Bunch I keep eightys cause niggas tried to blaze me once And ride in big trucks so fuck the bumps I ride for my drug lords and OG
some loco shit My pistols smoke yo shit Lets go for dolo bitch And watch me flow yo shit Mr. Makaveli movin' pieces like tellikenises It's like a chess
the OG's shootin' up the clubs And mama told me don't hang with the homies But they got me if they need me then it's on G Got me sittin' in the cell a
shit, now it's 1999 It's a different grind, don't disrespect the Don It's still war motherfuckers So let's see you act like you know
rider, connivin gutsy And I don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me And that's how I'ma go about it 'til somebody bust me I play for keeps like the OG's
