made you take the trip How could you go so quick Out through the open door I wish I'd loved you more D. o. a. Pure as the driven snow - innocence now
wall with a mic and I'm loc'n, shit You might find termites in the chokin' [unverified], yes D.O., my wood grain say, "Fuck P.O." (Okay) And I'll prove
'Scuse me, as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture
a true nigga, please do, nigga Betta inquire from a few niggas 'Cause bitch, I done shit on quite a few and quieted a few niggas Get a grip, dead four
still a fuckin superstar. Im still a what king, im bout to live a dream. Everytime i pull out, im wit a strong team. A team full a goons, higher than
real (And I'm so thankful I made it through) Yo, dwellin' in the past, flashbacks when I was young Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three
two hooters a piece I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon Before I left the premise,
you And I'm so thankful I made it through Yo, dwellin' in the past, flashbacks when I was young Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three
hope somebody brought a bag of weed I like them flavored blunt wraps Or a peach white owl But here, I'm in a hurry So just pack a bowl for now It's still
a brick So I grab anybody I can find Beat a fiend in the head with a goddamn stop sign Flex one of us and I'm a find you Bullet rips through your chest
a cuss word I'd just be like,"Fuck" If I was a rock on the moon I'd be chillin' like,"Sup?" If I was a butthole I'd just be an exit If I was the D.O.
feedin me cereal with a silver spoon My heir line is Craig Smith Airlines A ride from Kansas City to L.A. is as long as a fan line I'm high as 08' gas
being broke make your father straight but i got a better grip on myself so i avoid being played short like an elf bust a side bust her
'Scuse me as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture? Stalk the dead body like a vulture
than that you like the Taj Mahal momma You a treasure to me life with you is a plesure to me And I'm a make sure no man ever measure to me Like Run and D
found my tombless dead For Bill was a dainty kind of cuss and his mind was mighty sot On a dinky patch with flowers and grass in a civilized boneyard
O-G, from the H-I, double L, W, double O, D Live the life of the lowly, Movin' white ponies, still puttin' in work for the dead homies, Show me the
The wind was a torrent of darkness Among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon Tossed upon the cloudy seas The road was a ribbon of moonlight
