storytellin 'cazo
Ayo cuz you remember you going thru that lil
Know what I'm saying, lil sitcheiation know what I'm saying
With em, you know you had to, know what I'm saying
I'm tryna remember though
You know you had to had to put ya grown man on
You know what I'm talking bout
You was tellin' me
Ohhh
Ohhh
Bout that one day
Yeah
Yeah
We was sittin' in the studio
And everything
Yeah
My boy Kels
He going thru the same thing man
Why don't you get my boy hip man
Help him out
Aight, cool, I got him
Mashed the break just for red light sake
Pissed that I'm late
Compadre sat passenger I ruffle thru tapes
P-O-P eyes at right
My left side rear view intervals tenacious
Interacted with ghetto placements
Fumbling with insecurities from my mirror reads
Fade on Kid N Play coat letterman Walsh J
CAZO
The same one from young traveling Norphy boarders
For higher learning
Mingling with the Donny Stump supporters
Yeah
I seen this clown around the metropolitan
Politicin' and witnessed chedda' lanes
He was in
Gumby thin beedie beeds
His do, poverty threw
Put girly against my window
Breath foggy from spews
Who do I choose on some
Chrissy Bender to surrender
The light green
Yankin' of Howard, I remember
Just like that, I balance
Two realities for good
Wow my profiles stoundin'
I'm Tre Stylin' in the Hood
"If you wanna see, my
Fantasy
Come ride with me
Thru the hood"
"If you wanna see
The dream I dream
Come ride with me
Thru the hood"
That day was on
Coppola and Pachino
Directed actions
Minus the actin' and green scenos
The black and mild mist
Contested the wind
Over indulging thru stress lungs
Of 9-5 men
On a foot drill
My youngin met steel
Gripped the strap with his shirt
Pocket rocket watch his prints
Can't merge
Negro pigeons
Parade the sky, color gray
Oil pastel, Pali spices
Was the Howard street smell
At the family dollar spot
WHOPTOVIENS
Hope to be hole again
Guazin' holding skin
Rolling in
Brotha this one geek
Was tweak top shelf
Puppy had him
Throwing imaginary balls
To himself
These were the breaks
Buck eye stated l, quivers
The inner
Lotharioics get
Tiago Splitered
Voice to deliver, all in all
Is what I'm statin
Experience in your making
Determines permanent shapings
"If you wanna see, my
Fantasy
Come ride with me
Thru the hood"
"If you wanna see
The dream I dream
Come ride with me
Thru the hood"
That's same day,
Later on the North
Clocking 10 and 2
Left Ms. Ziemanski
In Spanish to visit Duce
Yeah
We go back like
Value City Timbos
Nintendo six foes
Patterson Park, teal Impala windows
Paid my loyal fees
The game is free
Envoy parking, window down
Now all I see is teeth
Approachin'
Boo Boo's stairs
He signaled stay there
20 'Sistin the rello
Started twartin' his chair
Man we ain't going nowhere
Stay true to Jon
You're bigger than early
Morgue visits and
Bail bonds
A month later
I spot ya face on
Front pagers
Gave you, a
Charlie Joyner for
Ya untamed vapors
So when we speak
I give the game
You gave back
To me
Finish line
Past our journeys'
Mark's gradually
I represent the ones
Where mothers
Have lost sons
Yeah, my piece
In streets is my mental
Ray gun
"If you wanna see, my
Fantasy
Come ride with me
Thru the hood"
"If you wanna see
The dream I dream
Come ride with me
Thru the hood"
Know what I'm saying, lil sitcheiation know what I'm saying
With em, you know you had to, know what I'm saying
I'm tryna remember though
You know you had to had to put ya grown man on
You know what I'm talking bout
You was tellin' me
Ohhh
Ohhh
Bout that one day
Yeah
Yeah
We was sittin' in the studio
And everything
Yeah
My boy Kels
He going thru the same thing man
Why don't you get my boy hip man
Help him out
Aight, cool, I got him
Mashed the break just for red light sake
Pissed that I'm late
Compadre sat passenger I ruffle thru tapes
P-O-P eyes at right
My left side rear view intervals tenacious
Interacted with ghetto placements
Fumbling with insecurities from my mirror reads
Fade on Kid N Play coat letterman Walsh J
CAZO
The same one from young traveling Norphy boarders
For higher learning
Mingling with the Donny Stump supporters
Yeah
I seen this clown around the metropolitan
Politicin' and witnessed chedda' lanes
He was in
Gumby thin beedie beeds
His do, poverty threw
Put girly against my window
Breath foggy from spews
Who do I choose on some
Chrissy Bender to surrender
The light green
Yankin' of Howard, I remember
Just like that, I balance
Two realities for good
Wow my profiles stoundin'
I'm Tre Stylin' in the Hood
"If you wanna see, my
Fantasy
Come ride with me
Thru the hood"
"If you wanna see
The dream I dream
Come ride with me
Thru the hood"
That day was on
Coppola and Pachino
Directed actions
Minus the actin' and green scenos
The black and mild mist
Contested the wind
Over indulging thru stress lungs
Of 9-5 men
On a foot drill
My youngin met steel
Gripped the strap with his shirt
Pocket rocket watch his prints
Can't merge
Negro pigeons
Parade the sky, color gray
Oil pastel, Pali spices
Was the Howard street smell
At the family dollar spot
WHOPTOVIENS
Hope to be hole again
Guazin' holding skin
Rolling in
Brotha this one geek
Was tweak top shelf
Puppy had him
Throwing imaginary balls
To himself
These were the breaks
Buck eye stated l, quivers
The inner
Lotharioics get
Tiago Splitered
Voice to deliver, all in all
Is what I'm statin
Experience in your making
Determines permanent shapings
"If you wanna see, my
Fantasy
Come ride with me
Thru the hood"
"If you wanna see
The dream I dream
Come ride with me
Thru the hood"
That's same day,
Later on the North
Clocking 10 and 2
Left Ms. Ziemanski
In Spanish to visit Duce
Yeah
We go back like
Value City Timbos
Nintendo six foes
Patterson Park, teal Impala windows
Paid my loyal fees
The game is free
Envoy parking, window down
Now all I see is teeth
Approachin'
Boo Boo's stairs
He signaled stay there
20 'Sistin the rello
Started twartin' his chair
Man we ain't going nowhere
Stay true to Jon
You're bigger than early
Morgue visits and
Bail bonds
A month later
I spot ya face on
Front pagers
Gave you, a
Charlie Joyner for
Ya untamed vapors
So when we speak
I give the game
You gave back
To me
Finish line
Past our journeys'
Mark's gradually
I represent the ones
Where mothers
Have lost sons
Yeah, my piece
In streets is my mental
Ray gun
"If you wanna see, my
Fantasy
Come ride with me
Thru the hood"
"If you wanna see
The dream I dream
Come ride with me
Thru the hood"
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Writer(s): Jonathan Jackson
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