Bandanas, Top Pop, and Looseys
Pleasure, pain and persistence .. Trying to refrain from my visions ..
Visions of set trippin' .. flamed up for a mission ..
War is my ambition .. invison painting the town red ..
Imagine my confrontations .. mothers heartbroken and upset ..
Yet ..
You see not what I'm saying, paying me not much mind
playing up them benches ; moving them nicks and dimes
At night; i'm sighing, crying, vying for any relief
False beliefs in the street; friends buried beneath our feet
Yet ..
We're BLATIN, WOOP WOOPIN .. SOO WOOP in to the 5 ..
An everlastin' memory .. of who's who and down to ride ..
Screamin' out eastside! .. as we driveby and the guns bust ..
Schemin' on our next high .. reciting "In Blood We Trust" ..
Yet ..
You can't comprehend, how I could ride out for my Nine-Treys
Speakin in that swahili, Tamu Damu - Trey Trey Olay
Our actions are irresponsible, with our motives and our motions
Causing commotion; we're hopin' our true emotions wont get opened
Yet ..
I'm gonna hide behind this image .. almost like a taboo ..
Lies beside this gimmick .. if you see me you better move ..
I live for nothing .. i'm an antenna for hoodrat groupies ..
And my whole life .. I lived off Bandanas, Top Pop, and Looseys ..
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