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Dom Kennedy

On The Run

 

On The Run

(album: From The Westside With Love Three - 2021)


Yea
Yea
Yea
Aye
Look

I come from the land of the scandalous, yea
I come from the land of bad habits, yea
Gang signs, weed smoke, hit 'em up for fun
Back then they thought we wouldn't see 21
Look like we ran past it in a automatic
We don't take any chances, blowing any static
I made her do a trick, real acrobatic
Act innocent but she freak status
Yea, OPM about to blow
And I'm rocking cut and sew, if she a ho then she a ho
I can't be crying 'bout that, I ain't lying 'bout that
This the scene in the movie where the mob strike back
We got black fedora hats and black and grey tats
Shop on Fairfax and eat breakfast at Jacks, yea
To me, it's the Westside over everything
I'm up at six in the morning like Ice T

Counting cash, living fast
Ski mask, a hundred racks
Body bags, blue rags
Red rags, LA hats
I come from the land of the scandalous, yea
I come from the land of bad habits, yea
Gang signs, weed smoke, hit 'em up for fun
Back then they thought we wouldn't see 21

Yea
Look how we made it official
New car every 12 months, I buy it with my residuals
I'm on La Brea at the light playing Spice 1
I bet on my niggas when we had nothing
Them Motorola pagers, now we major players
Been having meetings in skyscrapers
I'm 'bout paper, love, and great memories
And great sex [?] I want a hundred G's
If it's good throw it up, light it, take a puff
Helicopter out, another nigga on the run
Driving home late night, got my eyes low
When I look to the right, I see five-0
Make this quick left, yea it's time to go
It's weed in the trunk, they could get us both
Military Jordans, they my favorite pair
It hurt to see my homie in a wheelchair

Counting cash, living fast
Ski mask, a hundred racks
Body bags, blue rags
Red rags, LA hats

done

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