Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
Verse 1:
I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with god or you can know a devil
You can go and get a job or you can do some federal
but if I were you, I'd straighten up and do some next level
I often tweek when I drive (drives)
How can a small town like Vallejo have all these homicides?
Man, fools be droppin like flies
Maybe we do need mo brothers sellin' bean pies
And it's a fool cuz everybody mama's know each other
It ain't cool, but you know black folks like to act they color
Wonder why all the good people get put through some many
different changes of the weather
And all those folks that do wrong seem like they
live forever
I wish I can rewind time
Remember when we used to get free lunch, and the
city bus used to cost a dime?
Runnin around, talkin about you got the cooties
Liftin up skirts, and touchin girl's booties
Boy, take those shoes off before ya come up in dis house
And whatever you do, don't you sit on grandmama's plastic
covered couch
Why is it that when all the homeys get togethor, we get back
in the dayz
And how come every time we get drunk somebody bring up AIDS
Life is something you can