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Potna Deuce - Strivin' lyrics
f/ Mac Lee, Young D Boyz [ CHORUS ] Can't nobody really stop my strive How I live, that's my life (Vallejo, V-Town, Valley-Joe) (Vallejo, V-Town, Valley-Joe) (Vallejo, V-Town, Valley-Joe) (Vallejo, V-Town, Valley-Joe No respect for the muthafuckin po-po) --> E-40 [ VERSE 1: Baby Beesh ] I'm feelin tight, so tight when the funk's on hit, potna Playa down like Pimpy Slick, potna And I gotta give game before I get game Cause muthafuckas mo' dirty than a shit stain I'm Johnny [Name] about my shit when I'm flexin Strivin to get my music on, nabbin in the right direction Now you see me, now you don't, now you do again Fat tracks, mail stacks, I'm livin to the end I found my nuts, let em hang, dangle, watch em swing I keep the gat in case the devil wants to intervene And now it's on to the fullest extent Crew potnas poolin together, pool players payin the rent Uh, and watchin my back for them hookers with the hoe hook But you can't play a playa, read the whole book Adeaquate with my shit, had a script on my hit Fatter grip makes a muthafucka wanna flip And player status upheld, see, it don't stop Drop top, mob shot, flippin on the cop Crooked, trunk full of the thunder It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes a muthafucka wonder [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2: Rube ] It's a dream, niggas strive for it, never take a dive for it Try to stay alive for it, niggas wanna die for it Put you in my deck and had to reject your weak shit Makin shit to get keyed with is a nigga's secret We get noisy, shootin crap, perk late night where my boys be Gettin rowdy, I'm Audi 5 after I strives and struggle I kicks it with my muthafuckas passin dank in a huddle Trick, this ain't a fairytale, untrue sit-com I don't really like you silly hoe, so won't you get gone? Stay out of dodge, watch for the sabotage Cause P Deuce'll stay loose off the jungle juice Never paid full price, fool, won't you make a truce? ??? to hit the fuckin ??? boost To every player on strive I makes a toast I'm adios, out, ghost to the next host [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Chezski ] Raised in the ditch, went to $hort school Dependin on nobody from the side, troop And suffocatin ??????? Never has my life been a cake walk My family wasn't tight and had a lack of (money) So I seen the picture from the back of Again you see me strivin to help myself And get an edge on the hand that I was dealt And lookin at my life brings a cold view I'm makin just a dollar and a o too But still keep strivin so I'd advance Survivalist, I was taught to take a chance And move with the dirt, I gotta push on The nights is gettin cold and the days long So never tell me shit about a rough time Dependin on your parents while I'm helpin mine [ CHORUS ] Yeah man We in a sound proof gettin perked with these Young D Boyz from the Southside My cousin Mac Lee from that Triple C, mayn They finna come and get at y'all ass in a real muthafuckin way Can you dig it? [ VERSE 4: Young D Boyz ] I gotta keep on strivin, a player just survivin Non-stop hustlin, 24-7 Hustles I'm manipulatin, gotta stay paid How much money can be made? It's how the game is played Can I money-mack upon a million? Is there a pre-dealin? Man, these player-haters killin me All up in my PG tryin to slow down my program Cause I'm strivin for a '94 Brougham? And your kinfolk need money 101's of that ??? and sendin snow bunnies Up to the hoe stroll without lleyo Cause who said ain't no pimpin in Vallejo? I get it poppin like Frisco My mouthpiece my pistol My bitch is that lleyo, ??? that powdered snow And if tomorrow I flash If you ever come short with the cash Hoe, as long as y'all choosin I'm sidin [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 6: Mac Lee ] Strivin in a real way, ain't nothin like the old days Strollin through the ????, gettin off much lleyo Doubs, tens and even five shots Lookin out for the rollers cause the rollers used to ride the jock Of a young black soldier, darkly dressed Mob code, much dope growin up in the Crest- Sideways is how I used to get Forever dank tweakin, juvenile delinquent The hall couldn't hold me for no longer than a weekend stay Which was cool, cause I couldn't stand another day Locked up, locked down, I couldn't beat em But now I'm much wiser and wouldn't trade my freedom For a $20 bill with marked numbers I hate to be videotaped by them undercovers In '94 I'm in the do' with the saucy flow Mac Lee, crew thing, oh, you didn't know? [ CHORUS ] Yeah man I have to give a couple of strivin shout-outs out there to that ballin-ass V-Town What's up witcha, mayn? Give a couple more shouts out to.. Country Club Crest, Rancho, mayn, College Park, [Names]Court Now I'm finna take this shit across the way, mayn Westside Players, [Name] Quarter, Waterfront Boys, City Park Boys Washington Park, them old [Name] Street players, mayn [Name], [Name] Side, Central Side, South Side What you doin, Hillside? Now we take it across the water, mayn Oaktown, E.P.A., Berkley, Richtown, Frisco, Pittsburgh And them fools out there in Sac, man Y'all keep strivin Much love (Vallejo, V-Town, Valley-Joe No respect for the muthafuckin po-po) |
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