. Fill me up, Steam me up. Hear me shout, Tip me over and pour me out. Pour me out on the concrete, next to your feet. Do I have to cry out? Can you hear me
no. Fill me up, Steam me up. Hear me shout, Tip me over and pour me out. Pour me out on the concrete, next to your feet. Do I have to cry out? Can you hear me
put u down, ( no no no no no no) I got a friend he's a musician, Singing songs of freedom here, Him says he's a rastaman Against discrimination yo yo yo Cryin' out
the best of me y'all I work hard in the game, the game's stressing me y'all All they do is complain what they expect from me y'all From the hood to Hollywood
understand me pocket full of money Ya understand me G4's and hoes nigga this how we living Out on the grind all day every muthafuckin day We hang out
move out Walk a straight line, Yung Redd keep his tool out (*talking*) Yeah, it's not a game know I'm saying The world is crooked, my niggas is straight
to sing ta me He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough And though we had it rough, we always had
tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama When things went wrong we
cry every man gotta die When they bury me, they bury me a G Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me Pour some liquor on the curb for
drinkin, his breath still stinkin He'd love to tell ya what he's thinkin But I can't diss him he's my elder He been livin here longer what that tell
G's loc'ed out and blazed the weed get on tha roof let's get smoked out and blaze with me 2 in tha morning and we still high assed out screamin
