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LYFE JENNINGS lyrics - Lyfe 268-192

26 Years, 17 Days

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[1st Verse:] I was looking for God at my grandmother's house underneath the cushions on the couch I looked all around side to side up and down that man was no where to be found So I called my grandmama on the phone said old lady you best get home cause God aint where you said he would be and there's something that I really need to speak to him about immediately She said boy tell Granny what's wrong is there something I can do I said big mama now it's a sensitive issue and Lord knows I don't wanna worry you but I need somebody to talk to [Chorus:] It's done been 26 years 17 days been to 5 different prisons got 2 babies on the way and they say it'll be a waste of time to pray seeing that I'm going to hell anyway [2x] [2nd Verse:] I done smoked weed with the best of ya'll shot at all the rest of ya'll my heart hurts like an old man with high cholesterol the preacher said that I'm the dirtiest dude he ever saw shouldn't even be livin' and he a Christian Shoulda been dead like 17 times for 17 crimes I committed took 'em all to trial and got accuited Left wavin' my middle finger in the air whispered in the prosecutor's ear, yeah I did it I done stole everything from dreams to wedding rings auctioned off my soul for material things but lately its been kinda botherin' me I guess that turtle always catches up with the rabbit eventually [Chorus 2x/Bridge:] Somebody loves you baby whoa whoa whoa somebody loves you baby [4x]

So Low

SNOOP DOGG "Duces 'N Trayz - The Old Fashioned Way"
(feat. Kokane, Lil' Mo) [Lil' Mo (Kokane)] Roll with me Come smoke with me (Smoke with me) Come close to me So low (Come flow with me) Dance with me Take a chance with me (This is your chance) Take a dip with me Don't go [Snoop Dogg] Oh no, I have a party to attend With some civilized people, and some more of my friends I wish I could stick around But I gotta take a trip back uptown, now Layin wit'chu, stayin wit'chu Playin wit'chu, is somethin I ain't gone do Now look here boo, there's so many freaks up in here And I done already been there, so I don't really care Now you can take that, take that Bitch, I know you hate that, hate that You can't do nothin about it You know damn well what I got back at the house And I refuse to loose, trade in my shoes Gimme the blues, hand my the booze Strap on the fools, overabuse or misuse it So I'm skatin steady, datin on the move to groove I ain't got nothin to prove infact, I got too much to lose Girl, you got a nigga way and way too cool But I ain't leavin here wit'chu, for real [Goldie Loc] Yo, this the single house We gone disconnect the TV, leave the stereo and move the couch Everybody get they groove on I'm sweatin like a rainy day, but I get my groove on Dip baby dip, fall back a little bit while I hold the hips Pass me the drink, while you hit this G-13 Pocket holler one time, fashion statement clean Stacy Adams supe it up, baby girl boot it up Almost dropped my glass when she lift that damn booty up Dog walk to the cat walk I'm ridin that ass like Tony Hawk There's somethin about the way you blow my mind Got me wanna boogie all the time Baby this is what I'm lovin Forget the last dance just to end up huggin, let's dance [Tray Deee] Lil' momma got a gang of ass Plus that mini-skirt make me think she fast Passed by and asked if she'd like to dance Spark a conversation to ignite the flash Bling bling all gleam, and I'm clean to whip Saw the proper full crew I'm leavin with You can act like the mack don't effect your type Cuz you know a nigga tryin to have sex tonight Ain't no secret, come freak with the real McCoy Skip the guilt trip baby and just feel the joy Make it rugged like you love it, never soft and sweet Throw ya legs in the air and just start to beat You can leave your thong on like it's all discrete But it'll slide to the side when you fall asleep Is you sho' that you can roll, dip, and smoke with me Girl cuz I'ma give it to ya like it's 'sposed to be [Kokane] Come fuck with me Drink with me Smoke with me Yeah, yeah Loc with me Drink some Hennesey Goldie Loc, and Tray Deee Yeah, yeah [Snoop talking (Lil' Mo singing in background)] Yeah you tryin to fuck with a nigga huh I can't even trip though It might seem like, some shit like, two-two Beep-beep, haha, two-two Beep-beep, two-two [Repeat until fade]

Blueprint (Momma Loves Me)

JAY-Z "The Blueprint"
Yeah, yeah.. Uhh, right, right, right Right, right, right, right Uhh uhh uhh, feel me now, listen Momma loved me, pop left me Mickey fed me, and he dressed me Eric fought me, made me tougher Love you for that my nigga no matter what brah Marcy raised me; and whether right or wrong Streets gave me all I write in the song Hootie babysitted, changed my diapers Gil introduced me to the game that changed my life up East Trenton grew me, had me skippin school Valencia's boyfriend Vovo had me makin moves Momma raised me, pop I miss you God help me forgive him I got some issues Mickey cleaned my ears, and he shampooed my hair Eric was fly - shit, I used to steal his gear I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong Yeah it's goin past fast - let's move along Kitchen table - that's where I honed my skills Jaz made me believe the shit was real Labels turned me down, couldn't foresee Clark sought me out, Dame believed Primo laced me, Ski did too 'Reasonable Doubt' - classic, shoulda went triple Momma loved me, pop left me Grandma dressed me, plus she fed me banana puddin, what's in the hood then Puffin on L's, drinkin pink champelle Ty rolled with a nigga, V.A. spot Tone, Mike 'Zo and them niggaz, V.A.'s locked Vigs fucked with a nigga, whassup ha () high hated the fact I put rap to the back Money pourin in, clientele growin now Birth of my first nephew, time to slow it down October 21st, Lavelle came to the world Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl Momma loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay loves you to death won't let no trouble come your way Oh, can't forget my man down in Maryland He's gone 'til November, how can I not remember Tell your moms I'm there for her and Tiembra And your son too - there's nothin I won't do Unless you was me, how could you judge me I was brought up in pain, y'all can't touch me Police pursued me, chased cuffed and subdued me Talked to me rudely; cause I'm young rich and I'm black and live in a movie, not livin by rules New rap patrollin the city, follow my crews Bleek you're still with me - nigga what did I say The time is comin; you one hit away Beans I ain't tryin to change you - just give you some game to make the transition, from the street to the fame My momma loves me..


JOELL ORTIZ "House Slippers"
[GiGi Daai:] This is a story about love About the beauty of havin it And the agony of losin it [Joell Ortiz:] Nah, those ain't his kids, but shit they might as well be He kept food on that table, made sure they was nice and healthy They got a dead-beat father, but such a stand-up daddy He can't figure out why his children's mom is so unhappy He notice little things, she's startin arguments more often And he ain't comin home to that plate of food like before when everything was new and every night was tender love and care Now he layin down on this side, she way the fuck over there Can't even look in his eyes, missin the way she stared as he told her how he felt while his fingers ran through her hair No communication, they whole relationship's hi and bye He used to hate shoppin with her, now everything's buy and fly The other day he asked himself, "You just sittin here cryin, why? Them tears won't make you see things clear, nigga dry your eyes Y'all best friends, this was built on a lot of lovin You wanna get back to the top? Get to the bottom of this" [Joell Ortiz:] It don't feel too good on the wake up No breakfast cookin, you could smell the scent of break-up Time just runnin by while his heart is yellin "Wait up!" How they still together but he prayin that they make up It don't feel too good in the evening No dinner cooked, you could smell the scent of deceivin E'rybody home, still he feels all alone And he did what no man should ever do, he went through shorty phone [Joell Ortiz:] Smiley face, L-O-L "I miss you, when I'm seein you again boy, what the hell?" And he replied, "Hey boo, you know I miss you as well I just can't play this game no longer, now give that boy his farewell" And she replied "I know but.." - homie could read no more Threw her iPhone on the floor and let out the most hurtful roar Then she walked in the door and said "Baby, are you okay?" He said, "Bitch I ain't your baby, what games is you try and play?" Held up her phone like "Really? This what you doin while I'm away bustin my ass, takin care of them bills that you never pay?" And all she had to say was "You went through my phone?" It's fine He's screamin "How 'bout the kids?" She yellin "Well those is mine!" The love turned into hate and the hate turned to despise all in a matter of seconds, he wanted her not alive Threw his hand around her neck and squeezed, she coughin for her breath He lost it, wants to lay her in that coffin for a rest Suddenly, she starts to feel the air restorin in her chest His lil' boy is on her right side, his daughter on her left They cryin, she cryin, he cryin, what a mess Lookin around like "Man, none of this shit is right" and so he left Filled his gas tank up and then came flyin out that Hess Drivin while he's stressed, no kinda destination but my guess is he ain't care where he was goin and how long it took to get there His heart and soul was weak, he on the local streets in fifth gear I was wrong though, he knew where he was goin and just why He pulled up to that lake where they had met that one July Lookin in his rear-view at a life that looks so dry The water seem refreshin so he floored it, and told the world goodbye [Joell Ortiz:] His loved ones filled his wake up Tears steady drippin, people trippin on the way up They view him in that casket hopin maybe he would wake up His suit is extra sharp, they did a good job on his make-up Don't feel too good on this evening A lot of dinner cookin, smell a scent of flowers breathin Packed funeral home, still he feels all alone Cause he did what no man should ever do, he went through shorty phone [GiGi Daai:] It's wrong so hard It's wrong so hard It's wrong, it's wrong Everybody knows it's wrong Baby? Baby? "The PCS telephone number you dialed is temporarily not in service. Message five-sixty-one, three."


PAC DIV "The Div"
[Hook: Mibbs and Like] She hugs and kisses, loves attention You know how she gets down Loves that money, honey can't get enough That's why she (shake that, shake that) Shake that baby (go 'head shake that, shake that) Shake that baby (sh-sh-she's got to have it) [Verse 1: Like] Baby got the Gucci on the frames, Fendi on the shoulder She hang around the rappers, she kick it with the rollers She addicted to the light, you would swear she was the solar System on bang while she dipping in the Rover I was sipping on a soda when I first seen her roll up Car pull right behind her, parking at the diner Strutting down the aisle, everybody stopped to eye her I'm peeping in the cut with thoughts to get in that vagina Simple old me, tried to pimp it on she But damn she ain't having that She wanna see my crib on TV with a couple Humvees And then I might have a chance, but wait, wait A couple weeks passed, I had stopped to get gas Heard a voice to my left, she was talking real fast High-pitched was her tone, smiled at me then she asked "Ain't you in that one group? " I looked at her and laughed, hit the gas! [Hook] [Verse 2: BeYoung] I was treated like a dirtbag, growing up Everything that they used to do, was cold as fuck All I had was my dreams of, blowing up Couldn't really do shit so I, soaked it up Played my part, seen girls hate on me like it was an art I tried to play it smart Why the baby hair have niggas always throw they heart I played the role of sucka hoping for the chance to spark A convo, now it's like bravo, everywhere that I go It's like I struck the lotto They throw the "got dough? " at me, they used to call me nappy Now they bring they homegirls, hoping they can tag me On some take one, get the other free shit Let me cook for you, let me spend the weekend Falling in love with you Let me show you everything that I love to do Say what? [Hook] [Verse 3: Mibbs] I wonder how she moved in that tight ass room Sweating out her weave and her cheap perfume She hotter than the sun, I can be her moon And when the night is done, my house'll be her tomb Soon we'll go together like spinal cords and car seats Or kind of like my words and hard beats She whispered in my ear she's an artist But I ain't trying to hear all that, straight to the bar please We at the bar and she asked to see my car keys I'm like "Why? " and this was her reply: "I ain't fucking with guys unless they drive Nothing less than a 6, or a 745 You ain't willing to trick? I'm a play you to the side So if you ain't rich, might as well not even try" Sigh... I asked the bartender for my card back "Sorry I'm not that dude, I'm a fall back." [Hook] [Outro: Like] Pac Div, Cook, what's good? This beat right here Make a nigga wanna start singing some shit like: She think she can have what she want Get what she want, take what she want But you ain't getting shit from me Nothing from me Cause I ain't lying We here grinding And you wasting time And I could give a fuck if you's a dime

Crows 1

AESOP ROCK "Skelethon"
[Kimya Dawson] Birds of a black Black feather stick together forever and ever and they always remember you And all of the shit you do They pass it to the baby birdies and then they remember too Little baby bluebird's eyes turn black Without forgetting the face of the guy in the mask When you see me baby will you scream or will you laugh? Little baby bluebird's eyes turn black [Aesop Rock] 4 and 20 gory pantone black crows shredding innards The silouettes are fencing lefty scissors Separating horn and hoof as own arpeggiators They piggy back the tombs of all your deadest friends and neighbors By the getty image, green-cheese moon Dead-of-winter shit, graveyard tchk! tchk! Shifter shit, brother was a face card Crown like a heart-shaped tunnel of woven branches leaning in over his hydro-plaining pace car chase... Wait up let me isolate the bass more Gate of god's acre Aim to rake the snow off each forsaken name here Supposedly closure'l free the vipers out the bosom Personally I think it's a bunch of bullshit Prisoners, tradition is for lovers God forbid he flip the witch against her coven on some ‘dip or play the dozens‘ Now I baptize skips in larvae and dental records On a little plot pregnant with 6 million sentenceenders And the tech support for tragedy's emphatically horrendous Teenage operators explaining what bated breath is Pass, I wish it were something I could diagram on a napkin so you won't feel so detached if it should happen to you privately Publicly your shadows'll cat call back Happy to split the button eye and burlap doll Crack the crypt Bats eject like cousin death's wing-ed Iapdogs ricocheting sonar of the sacrilege Now let me slow this whole shit down for all you half-goat cowards I'll even grit my teeth for you I am so completely off the god-damn grid it's not a question of addressing me, I T's "what do these symbols under the dresser mean" Perhaps a little dash of karma chameleons through the entropy for good/young Could've used a good lung Still, proximity to corpses wasn't nothing to the kid but unforgiving science or cinematic horrors Fast forward, my knee in the gut of a glass "remember that cow in the dean's seems awkward And I know your people donated pints to the same pavement but for ash and bone to share a space with strangers seems outrageous, ain't it? Maybe a dialog of howls that reshapes thejowls and face somehow relates to whatever you have found among a thousand cloned shrines, either way - dope stone lion [Kimya Dawson] And they call to let you know your friend is dead in a box The crows have the tools to get the meat out of the box Scientific, ritualistic, headstone cold foxes still rot I'm not gonna rot, no, fuck that snot You can let them let you rot, man But I'm not going to watch I'm not gonna stand atop your plot I love you friend, but I'm just not On the other hand if your ashes are scattered in the sea I will swim in the sea and you'll be with me And if your shit is scattered at the roots of a tree I will climb that tree [Aesop Rock] Everything you think you're hiding shows In the way you view the graves like a string of tiny thrones Messages you'd tucked away for keeps has resurfaced to be heard amidst the butchery and beaks You don't want the passengers to pass You want each cow taxidermy'd fatter than the last Mausoleum lighting is a rush While it might enhance a silhouette it might expose a crutch A proud chest puffed to the heavens Holds nothing if we're cutting past the muscle and the tendon And we will be cutting past the muscle and the tendon...

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