The Story

Chorus:
 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't borrow and give back
 Here today and gone tomorrow
 Just like that
 Pat yo rats on yo back (Patch your rats on your back)
 Take some time out yo waltz (Take some time out yo waltz)
 And tell your loved ones that you love em every so often
 Chorus
 Verse 2:
 Uh, Uh fetti is the key to end all your woes
 Contemporary crib, cash, cars and clothes
 But fetti cause problems like guns and spears
 Familys fall out and don't talk for years
 Like my cromey (Like my cromey)
 They called him big bread Ed
 His first cousin set him up and left his ass for dead
 Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like every other
 damn day I'm buyin a brand new suit for a funeral
 Have yo pockets ever lost weight, and you ain't even tried
 Did you wonder if yo cash was on a diet
 See, when you're up, everybody wanna come around
 But when ya down, ain't nobody out there to be found
 If you love someone you should tell em often
 Ya never know when they'll be layin in a coffin
 Dedicated to my peoples up in jail
 Ya partner 40-wada gotta story to tell (a story to tell)
 Chorus
 Verse 3:
 You can take da ninja out da getto (the getto)
 But not the getto out da ninja, give me life for 3 rocks
 But I won't surrender
 Oh he's a heathen (heathen), look at the way he dress
 He must be dealin (dealin) how did he get that Lex
 Of course, if it ain't used get spokes, it's crime and coast
 It's all dey work
 Shootin shit up and actin tough, ridin around with gold n stuff
 It's rough
 How much money you earn, enough, I own my own law firm
 Don't need a tux, I twerks peacoats and kakis (kakis)
 Levis and t-shirts (Levis and t-shirts), whatever the street's works
 (street's works)
 Partner - dude, you been actin kinda funny lately since you even
 got a few bucks
 But I'm still folks, Wilson Park, 'member three flies up
 And this goes on, again and again
 Dis goes on, again and again
 Ain't nothin changed but the terror-tory (territory)
 Same time, different day, different story
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