West Coast Connection Forum
Lifestyle => Tha G-Spot => Topic started by: LAXCENTRAL on April 13, 2009, 05:13:06 AM
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I’m your last resort from here to the airport
I am your family don’t approach me like an enemy
I’m your final breathe you will breathe before you die
I am your final breed, a futuristic lead so jet and fly
I’m your stampede to the Milky Way
I am here creating your newest pathway
I’ll take you out and show you the hood
Where every mothafucka is up to no good
They looking for a chance to steal and
They want every chance and everything to loot
But they don’t know when a homie hits up the hood
There is always someone secretive and up to no good.
That destroys the path of your attitude
Thus creating a person to gain more attitude
When you can be home gaining knowledge
But all your doing is gaining aptitude
Your lies are too obvious and don’t correlate
With any real lives and can hardly translate
To any lyrical words completely transfused
Even the method men would get confused
I’m not talking about ideas that are mystified
I’m sure walking on a path that’s undefined
Cannot find my way diverged in the forest
Cannot find my way to emerge into the fortress
I spent way too many sleepless nights in Seattle
Trying to figure why I cannot sleep on a mattress
If I get caught cheating on my wife with a needle
If my wife finds out she won’t trip unless it’s a mistress
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http://www.dubcnn.com/connect/index.php?board=11.0
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SAM-U-ELLLLLLL!!!!!!
Lights in the mufuckin house. 8)
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good shit, homie. 8)