XX Tray
You see me?
I come through like 2012
Wetting blocks
You don't hear me
'Cause you don't know me well
You don't know my story
If they asked
Nah you couldn't tell
Aye '12
Get off my brother back
Yo '14
Get from 'round my brother neck
Raised with manners
But known to keep hands on deck
No disrespect
Just gotta keep a playa in check, huh
Some cats ain't talking bout nothing
Nothing
Some cats ain't talking about nothing
Frontin'
They'll put you at a school desk
With no teacher or pencil
You wanna learn
But they leaving you wanting, huh
Young Man
Young Man
Young Man
Young Man
They'll tell you that you can't
But I've seen that you can
Attempt to ruin your plan
Simply holla at P
G, I see it everyday
That's why I'm doing this for Twenty Tray
Where ya at doe
Where ya at, Where ya at
Where ya at doe
Where ya at sitting back
With the wack flow
I don't see you falling in line
When the lack smoke
Cause we just want to party
And we just wanna
Have a real good time
I'm from the S.C. of L.A.C.
Where dubs get thrown up
As we rep where we be
Neighborhood
Checking EBT and EDD
Mamas proud
They babies got that GED, woo
Hard headed something up to no good
Windows dusty
Ain't no squeegees in the hood
A gallon in the tank
That'll get you down the block though
To see the homies
Who are usually misunderstood
So I dip from the Swapmeet on Slauson
Hit the homie over on Crenshaw
Hit that right on Van Ness flossing
Pause at Manchester
Hop in the car
Ride Florence to La Brea to Hollyhood
Opportunities to play from afar
But when I get that text
I knuckle up on every page
'Cause they dogging 'round the way
So I'm doing this for Twenty Tray
Where ya at doe
Where ya at, Where ya at
Where ya at doe
Where ya at sitting back
With the wack flow
I don't see you falling in line
When the lack smoke
Cause we just want to party
And we just wanna
Have a real good time
I Feel Revolution
Revolution is Coming Home
I Feel Revolution
Revolution is Coming Home
I feel, I feel, I feel it babe
They talk, I walk, they bark
I'm in amaze
My life in chalk
Are not for your displays
I'm tryna have a real good time
I feel, I feel, I feel it babe
They talk, I walk, they bark
I'm in amaze
My life in chalk
Are not for your displays
I'm tryna have a real good time
You feel me?
Where ya at doe
Where ya at, Where ya at
Where ya at doe
Where ya at sitting back
With the wack flow
I don't see you falling in line
When the lack smoke
Cause we just want to party
And we just wanna
Have a real good time
I come through like 2012
Wetting blocks
You don't hear me
'Cause you don't know me well
You don't know my story
If they asked
Nah you couldn't tell
Aye '12
Get off my brother back
Yo '14
Get from 'round my brother neck
Raised with manners
But known to keep hands on deck
No disrespect
Just gotta keep a playa in check, huh
Some cats ain't talking bout nothing
Nothing
Some cats ain't talking about nothing
Frontin'
They'll put you at a school desk
With no teacher or pencil
You wanna learn
But they leaving you wanting, huh
Young Man
Young Man
Young Man
Young Man
They'll tell you that you can't
But I've seen that you can
Attempt to ruin your plan
Simply holla at P
G, I see it everyday
That's why I'm doing this for Twenty Tray
Where ya at doe
Where ya at, Where ya at
Where ya at doe
Where ya at sitting back
With the wack flow
I don't see you falling in line
When the lack smoke
Cause we just want to party
And we just wanna
Have a real good time
I'm from the S.C. of L.A.C.
Where dubs get thrown up
As we rep where we be
Neighborhood
Checking EBT and EDD
Mamas proud
They babies got that GED, woo
Hard headed something up to no good
Windows dusty
Ain't no squeegees in the hood
A gallon in the tank
That'll get you down the block though
To see the homies
Who are usually misunderstood
So I dip from the Swapmeet on Slauson
Hit the homie over on Crenshaw
Hit that right on Van Ness flossing
Pause at Manchester
Hop in the car
Ride Florence to La Brea to Hollyhood
Opportunities to play from afar
But when I get that text
I knuckle up on every page
'Cause they dogging 'round the way
So I'm doing this for Twenty Tray
Where ya at doe
Where ya at, Where ya at
Where ya at doe
Where ya at sitting back
With the wack flow
I don't see you falling in line
When the lack smoke
Cause we just want to party
And we just wanna
Have a real good time
I Feel Revolution
Revolution is Coming Home
I Feel Revolution
Revolution is Coming Home
I feel, I feel, I feel it babe
They talk, I walk, they bark
I'm in amaze
My life in chalk
Are not for your displays
I'm tryna have a real good time
I feel, I feel, I feel it babe
They talk, I walk, they bark
I'm in amaze
My life in chalk
Are not for your displays
I'm tryna have a real good time
You feel me?
Where ya at doe
Where ya at, Where ya at
Where ya at doe
Where ya at sitting back
With the wack flow
I don't see you falling in line
When the lack smoke
Cause we just want to party
And we just wanna
Have a real good time
Credits
Writer(s): Pamela Aunice
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