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the real dead poet – ridin’ through the city كلمات اغاني

_intro_
{antidote}

_verse 1_
yeah, ayo fightin for the cash i feel like money maywether
the liquor got her tipsy, make my honey sway better
i got my hands up screamin “party over here”, my girl at the bar lookin like barbie with a beer
yo dudes wanna battle on that papa doc nonsense, bullets make ’em dance like a pop&lock contest
drop it like its hot baby p_ssy pop the tw_t, got her man hatin’ on me cuz the p_ssy not as hot
yeah i walk through the dancefloor swervin’ through the traffic, “?” got thе purple kush burnin like a match stick
i see a pretty whitе girl twerkin’ like a black chick, a maca_frama_lamma homie fresh up out the slammer
this liquor in me got me feelin brave like atlanta, eyes are bloodshot red just like the gang’s bandana
yo and i stay pimpin’ like the b_tch at don won, homie lookin for his chickin but the b_tch is long gone

_hook_
yeah im ridin’ through the city singin duap_diddy, got a b_tch on my arm and she oh so pretty got suckas hatin on me cuz my flow so witty, i just smash on they punk ass and show no pity
yo bad boy doin sh_t big no diddy, hoes come to my shows better show yo titties got the low low sittin on low_pro 20s and im loco bustin with these .44 semis

dog im ridin’ through the city {dog im ridin’ through the city} yeah im just ridin’ through the city {yeah im just ridin’ through the city}
yeah im just ridin’ through the city {yeah im just ridin through the city}
{dog im just ridin through the city}

_verse 2_
ayo im back up in the county sittin in the drunk tank, career criminal i got more points than a blood bank beating on the window bustin flows in the cell, for poet to tell it must be frozen in h_ll
yeah i walk down a beating path not too many traveled, feet movin fast steady kickin up the gravel the judge said eleven and he slammed down the gavel, instantly my life seemed to come unraveled
yo when it comes to f_cking up i am unrivaled, story of my life and this sh_t is untitled the pastor try to tell me life starts with the bible, but all i learned in prison was the art of survival
i’m fresh out the pen after walking off ten, yo im promising myself im never going back again i’m in the six deuce with my homie lover friend, smoke from the swisher sweets blowin in the wind
_hook_
yeah im ridin’ through the city singin duap_diddy, got a b_tch on my arm and she oh so pretty got suckas hatin on me cuz my flow so witty, i just smash on they punk ass and show no pity
yo bad boy doin sh_t big no diddy, hoes come to my shows better show yo titties got the low low sittin on low_pro 20s and im loco bustin with these .44 semis

_verse 3_
ayo, yo im a hip hop hustler head shop customer, catch me at the weed spot firin’ up the bubbler alcohol guzzler tippin the fifth up got yeager at the kegger homie tipsy on my fifth cup
walk around faded no longer feelin jaded, survival of the fittest still can’t believe i made it
yo pourin out my heart blood spill on these pages, time to hit the road and start k!llin these stages
thry buildin more prisons steady fillin these cages and the only thing they givin us is minimum wages
dogtown raised us, like garbage pale kids, uh, and prepared us for the hardest jail bids
yo we pourin out 40s for all the homies in the dirt blowing marijuana smoke cuz we lonely and it hurts takin hits from the bong and gettin gone in the wind smashin in the whip and got the system on ten

- the real dead poet

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