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Daz Dillinger - I'd Rather Lie 2 Ya lyrics
[Intro] C'mon, whassup nigga... Ride over here on the dope side... Clockin like a muh'fucka yaknow? Let loose! [Daz] Time goes by, whether ya to' off or livin fly Like this life that ya livin, you could see life in my eyes And I wonder why - when I decide the time'll find Turnin earth into meantime, then catch me on the grind What's mine, is bout mine - let it be known For those who won't know and don't know, if we don't tell 'em They ain't usin me but usually it's somethin I can sell 'em [Chorus] I'd rather lie to ya, then sell ya hope Ain't nothin I could tell ya so I'll sell ya dope I said I'd rather lie to ya, then sell ya hope Ain't nothin I could tell ya so I'll sell ya dope (Put ya flag in ya hand) [Daz] Children come into the world with no, state of mind Then mind state of mankind is that of earth - blind From the time ya born till ya gain consciousness ya loose it all, tryna prove it all Mom and pops told me, "Son it'll be days like this" But they never told me I could get paid like this High risk, where my neck on the line For the chips, get paid, get put in the twist, get sprayed She pray; what else can she do? Cops came to the door with four pictures of me bouncin with a .22 I guess that's life and then ya die That's why we get high, cuz when ya gone bye bye.. (see ya) And I ain't never seen a person that died again And ya wonder why we finna go ride again That was then, and this is now, and this is how we execute our plans, nowadays it goes down Ya flip a pound, ya work a bird, ya work the curb They watch ya spot, they watch ya spot where ya serve that juice sweet Just to get niggaz off the street I got caught up in the mix went to the county and shit Back on the street tryna figure out well if they hit first Click your heat or take your beater or I can spit me a verse Whichever happen, cappin, rappin, sellin sacks and mackin I make it happen, nigga I make it happen [Chorus] [Daz] Will we quit? Nah I don't think so - no We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope [???] I got all the homies at (Eastside!) If you blue or red raggin (Westside!) Walk around witcha flag in the air (Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! ...) Put ya flag in ya hair Where all y'all homies at? (Eastside!) If you blue or red raggin (Westside!) Walk around witcha flag in ya hand (Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! ...) Put ya flag in the air [talking] aww yeah, recognize game.. Dat Nigga Daz, Tray Deee, Big C-Style, Big AD Soopafly, thugs, money from drugs Felony crimes, poverty.. whassup with affirmative action? We the United States? Seems like the Divided States Liberty and Justice for all? Shit.. Liberty and Justice for y'all [Daz] It's eastside, westside gangbangin, on a daily Flag hangin out ya pants, nigga life on ya last chance One more stripe to lock it down till ya dead Caught a felony case, made bail and then fled Got caught up, a year or so later with some player hater nigga tryna slang and got you claimin his game What a shame; this game - I let it be known For those who don't know and won't know, if we don't tell 'em They ain't usin me but usually it's somethin I can sell 'em... [Chorus] [Daz] Will we quit? Nah I don't think so - no We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope [Tray Deee talking] Uh-huh, yea.. That's how we do it out here on the wild wild motherfuckin west Ain't nuttin changed, put somethin up in niggaz chest Niggaz think this a joke? Ain't nuttin to know Just getcha motherfuckin money and keep ya heat by ya side Cuz this the land where them niggaz ride.. Best ta recognize... |
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