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We Ain't Goin' Nowhere
[SPM] Master minded, boys get blinded Where the
fuck my weed sack? I
just can't find it Oh never mind it's right here Got a
roach behind my ear, higher than the
hemisphere Dear diary: my hood is so firery I
remember when no one would hire me used to sell ivory and pounds of that greenery A
grim scenery, but never had no fear of me sag my Dickies like Cantinflas, mami no te chiflas take my niggas out to Ninfas, I
need a
table for thirty-seven gangstas the
way the
streets raised us: double pump gauges, close ranges, this money never change us, leave 'em brainless Forever armed and dangerous Bubbles in my tub, not a
Crip or a
Blood I'm a
thug, that's known to fight hate with love [Chorus] [Rasheed & SPM] On fire "We ain't going nowhere" Hell nah homeboy "We ain't going nowhere" No way, no how "We ain't going nowhere" So fuck what you thought "We ain't going nowhere" [Rasheed] Here we go, It's them soldiers from the
ghetto the
"mero mero's" Rasheed puffing on golden pedals Acapulco style Colombians from mi end hydroponic chronic smoking choking potency love me in 'em crumbling to a
fine hyna, (hey) {but that leaving might}? that I'ma love her so much when the
hustling get behind her These senoritas be banging I
hit 'em with the
action assassination of the
heart but won't be no attractions You see I'm calculating deep on my dividends be giving up friends, I
don't need none of that shit in the
end Independent disposal is world wide Convulsion aside, the
laboratory where the
papers slide (slide, slide,slide) Purity assure me the
highest quality I
follows my cheddar, you counting carrots in the
Marriot I
carry a
hit from my head to the
planet global, on my mobile, my click forever known [Chorus] [SPM] In God we trust, Partna, ain't no bossing us I
used to get drunk and fuck a
hippopotamus but now I
get surrounded by top notch bitches off the
hinges I
guess I
got my three wishes To rock the
world like a
muthafucking ounce of dope Niggas couldn't see me, even with a
microscope I
tag cities up, run right through 'em other labels wonder what the
fuck I'm doing I'm just pursuing my dreams, it's not what it seems I
just wanna see my people live like kings and queens Versace jeans, eighteen hundred dollar shirts You jealous pigs on my dick act like fucking jerks but face it, all that hating is gay shit You mad cuz your house costs as much as my bracelet I'd rather die, then work for the
man No more saving pennies, no more collecting cans [Chorus x2]
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