ghost of Christmas past Toys R Us, where I used to spend that Christmas cash And I still won't grow up, I'm a grown ass kid Swear I should be locked up
light It could be just another highway, coiled up in the night You could be just another white tail baby, you're stranded on my brights There's a tingling recognition like the sound
some home-made bombs finna blow right up in your face With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre dropped they verses Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin' clean-up
Get you all impossibly dirty Get you all impossibly dirty Sounds like a love song Sounds like a love song The most incredible baby Uhh, mmm, mmm, mmm
Cockafella Records wanted beef Started cockin' up my weapon, slowly loadin' up this ammo To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound
I roll up, it's sown up Any ghetto will tell ya', Nas helped grow us up My face once graced promotional Sony trucks Hundred million and billin', I helped blow them up
the greatest reward Is the light in your eyes The sound of your voice And the touch of your hand You made me who I am You trusted me to grow I gave
hearts Remember when Remember when the sound of little feet was the music We danced to week to week Brought back the love, we found trust Vowed we'd never give it up
up outta luck, don't give a fuck about life, so we let 'em go I know my heart is cold, you know how them ghetto children grow Give me the money and I
tellem to suck on these nuts, money dont grow on trees what/ killers will stop and squeeze bust/ funny how shit dont ease up/ strapped wit the heat,lovin
had a devil to scratch my soul And I was raised on rock, raised on rock Growing up with the guitar men Growing up way too fast Follow the sound of a
skirt back down, grow a set, men Nigga, this shit violent This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence La, da, da, da Hey, hey, hey Goodbye Hold up
I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geeky ass nigga Collard green, neck bone eatin' ass nigga Always wearin' my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up
wind I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga Collard green, neck bone eatin' ass nigga Always wearin' my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up
in a blood puddle Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed against open flesh No room to rest, pain consumed each breath Shot twice wit her hands up
up and get up and get up and get up and get up and get up and get up and get up and get up and right get up and right get up and get up and get up and
cursed From one into a million disperse Wisdom reigns like water from the heavens to below Crush my earth, seeds grow, garden starts to grow You know
drum, cursing' all of them doomed rising' up from the ground growing full like the moon Said I'm planting like a seed yes sir them get up and get up and grow
