| Lyrics: | [SPM]
Yeah, I just wanna say that I love all you haters,
It's not your fault, you was raised
to like the smell of shit
Us playas would like to smell the roses.
[Chorus (Marilyn
Rylander):]
Who's over there?
No one said that life was fair
You haters come from
everywhere
Y'all haters just because you're scared
[First Verse (SPM):]
Broken
dreams, to be the coke King,
Everyone is sleep except me and the dopefiends
Five A.M.
sittin' on the corner,
The day's gettin' warmer but my heart is gettin' colder
Sold my last
boulder let the storm pass over,
Never touch my dope, I'm only the cash holder
Soldier, I
sleep with one eye open,
In the land where you see men die smokin'
Let the fry soak in,
water, water,
Hillwood cowboy, fuckin' down the farmer's daughter
Street saga, corner store
robber,
Like Pasell I take your gal a la cama,
Baller, my block hotter than lava,
The
wetback, in love with my mujada,
Papa, shit talker, they drop-uh
SPM, the rap
Skyywalker
[Chorus]
[Second Verse (Low-G)]
Which road will I travel?
White
sand or hard gravel?
Fuck a friend, I don't even trust my own shadow,
I'm in a battle with
the dirtiest of enemies,
Cuz I'm chippin' dope, all across the seven seas,
Low-G and the
wheeze of the Vo-C,
At the ranch where my weed plants grow free
December 9, a child was born
with no heart,
Since a kid, they said I wouldn't go far
Ghetto scars tryin' to keep away
from Merro bars
The rudest hours, FUCK Escobar,
Entity of drodas, I roll with top
soldiers
If they approach us, I bury those cockroaches
[Chorus]
[Third Verse
(SPM):]
I ain't start from the bo |
