Alba s touto skladbou:
Twelve Eighteen: Part I,
lil rob
yeah
its kinda fucked up man
all these kids wanna be grown up
gangster gangster and all that kinda shit
ey ill be honest with you man
I smoke marijuana dogg but thats about it
chamacos on the calles living la vida loca
eleven years old experimenting with drogas
smoke a little weed
snort a little coca
ill just try it one time homie lets see que onda
its so addictive and you get so addicted
becomes a habbit
they gotta have it and then can't kick it
theres nothing funny about being a druggy
i know alot of people fucked up became a junkie
used to dress gang-started looking kinda funny
do what they say you can really learn alot from a dummy
you get wrapped up in it like a mummy
next thing you know your on your hefas purse stealing the money
and you got it so bad
if you aint got it you go mad
wont stop untill you get a tolk tagg
somebody please give me just a minute homie
to let you know that there aint no future in it homie
we like to get all fucked up you know homes
(there aint no future in it homie)
we do drugs till were all sucked up you know homes
(there aint no future in it homie)
i smoke weed cause it grows from the seed but the other shit
(there aint enough to get you in it)
as if it makes you scratch and bleed twitch and shit
(homie i aint fucking with it)
homes is like miss s domes
we both know that is wrong but its much too strong to let it go
some do some dont
the ones that do are fucked always end up stuck in a rug
in love with the drug
do sick shit for a fix
too many good people ended up in that mix
they scratch and they twitch
they stand and they sit
but they cant sit still the drugs the chill pill
they do what they do and ill let it be
cause in reality they anit bothering me
even though is kinda fucked up to see
i can only feel lucky but that isnt me
but you know i could have easily been
its not like it wasnt around all over the town
people looking for the droga their head on the ground
another overdose another body was found
we like to get all fucked up you know homes
(there aint no future in it homie)
we do drugs till were all sucked up you know homes
(there aint no future in it homie)
i smoke weed cause it grows from the seed but the other shit
(there aint enough to get you in it)
as if it makes you scratch and bleed twitch and shit
(homie i aint fucking with it)
i dont have to prove to you what i been through
just letting you know what i seen and what ive been into
we go out we stay late till the day breaks
we be at siscos drinking and huffing spray paint
sparking it up more than the scrape plate
getting fucked up till we cant see straight
hit the calles to go start some havick
then go gang banging in my homeboys maverick
i remember bumping some ???? ?????
my cuete is loaded and so am i
and you can tell by the look in my eye
that i aint giving a fuck homeboy
we live to die but that was just the thing to do at the time
get toghether get high and go pull some crimes
but the truth is you got a fucked up mentality bet
your gonna get a fucked up reality check
we like to get all fucked up you know homes
(there aint no future in it homie)
we do drugs till were all sucked up you know homes
(there aint no future in it homie)
i smoke weed cause it grows from the seed but the other shit
(there aint enough to get you in it)
as if it makes you scratch and bleed twitch and shit
(homie i aint fucking with it)
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