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Sporty Thievz - Propose a Toast lyrics
(to the one who we all love the most) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah This joint is dedicated to everybody dead and gone Everybody gettin it on Everybody locked up Everybody on the curb Everybody in the struggle Its gon be aight We proposin a toast for all a yall This ones for yall man, for everybody, yo I neva know when its my last shot to hug my pops A smart, hard workin mechanic, who loved his shop Always told me he lookin out on whats best for me And use the best of my descretion on my destiny And all during this phase, you expected straight as I had fs, absences, and thirty late days I understood you thought about, puttin your son in the car Dad you know Im sorry you had to find that gun in my drawer But why order me, tell me school was top priority Givin mad hints, thinkin like its got to more to me Comin home from work, sometime ya mood was stable Stressed out, just able to keep food on the table And the way you handle things was like marlon, Im here to help Moms be like im yellin for my health wit a belt Im tryna share this wealth, besides my mom and my girl I propose this toast to the greatest dad in the world (hook) 2x Propose a toast if they here or not here All my niggas throw them bottles in the mothafuckin air Dead and gone or alive gettin it on Coast to coast, propose a toast, and God bless (we propose a toast to those All the ones we love the most) (wassup hap, chillin? ) Same ol, same ol You know, tryna turn this block into a volcano Blow it up! Sayin though, wassup wit you Hows the crew and mom dukes (they aight) True, true Me, well, you know my moms died Its aight, go head and cry You get over it as time flies I did (tears slid from his eylid He got silent, then he said violent) My moms is all I had! Time to pick the clip up, and do stick ups To cream whip up and somethins triple up Been skippin up all nickled up Neck icecicled up, best part is Yo, I dont give a fuck! Kirk, you still rhymin? I see you got diamonds Look like sales is climbin Nigga, look at you smilin Kirk before I go, let me give this a cross At my wake, have my shirt off, and two bottles of smirnoff Propose me a toast, I love you, adios (hook) You was that nigga b And I miss you to death I couldnt maintain the pain when you left, ery breath A real nigga to the bone, but God called you home I know you b, know you oversea watchin over me We became cool when I used to cut school You were there to care, told me that my peoples upstairs Lookin out for me, and it wasnt even on yet Comin home wit freaks, Im like gene, are they gone yet? Gave me the green light dude, go head and bang I ring ya buzzer if they come back, so do ya thang From there on it was gravy The wreckin crew makin hits, shit spittin in ya crib all crazy Aint enough balls to express holdin stress Never the less, gene, you was the mothafuckin best So I bring it to a closing Them bitch niggas stopped ya time But they cant stop this toast Im proposin (hook) 4x (talking) Yeah, yeah This joint right here is dedicated to my man showtime My mothafuckin man q My man gene gotti My cousin ray, jr. All my niggas locked up that I aint neva gon see no more All my niggas in the struggle Yo this ones for yall man Word up Yo, yo, propose a toast to all the homeless Propose a toast to my father man My man j black Aight Yanahmean Mr. dorsey Everybody out there on the corners Propose a toast, we proposin a toast for all a yall man Throw them bottles in the air, aight Word up, propose a toast |
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