West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: Herbal_Life on February 19, 2010, 09:33:10 AM
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High in the day, & its early, I just shared a J with a co-worker clearly
Down to say Hike, so I fly to the sky, So far up the air they call me Mr Fly
I chill with Roccy, Sccit, & once with Crooked I, this is the truth, it ain't no lie
We lived, believed, & survived, like Kaiser Permanente (you can say we) Thrived
We roll through the desert with the Suburban, while chuggin brandy, then some bourbon
It's all real, its not a fairy-tale exaggeration, not an urban tale of this generation
Here me out, on this story I'm about to tell, it swirls in circles like a sea shell, as I ran away from hell
All the crimes I committed, all heart breaking letters I submitted, my mistakes I always admitted
Brings me back to the future of my past, this sounds ludicrous and I feel like an outcast
As I blast my GATT from the past, Now you got some broken legs in a cast, hate me for you must
I harvest herbs to heal the neck, the back, and the bones, people like my strategy to be cloned
I am at the top of my class, let that be known, People that know me say I was born in the ZONE.
So all the haters must leave me alone, if you don't want your girl in the darkness boned!
Tupac - "Ambitions az a Ridah" (Instrumental)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UYf7q7bpY-0
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cool son