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Just take a sec to reminisce Whole squad was in the whip, couple spliffs Yeah we chop it up, and drop it at the crib How we live Used to dream about that hustle shit I pull up at the park and we puff a bit Now I make my mama rich, ah Sesh and blazing through the struggle bitch Coppas came to check the registration, told em suck a dick Windows down, music bumpin we were loving it We had no destination tho, just cruising for the fuck of it You ever wonder if there's bigger plans? Maybe life's a flight I'm on that didn't land Thinking should I fight or go and get the van How thе dealer saying fold? I got the biggеst hand Picture Marshall without Dr. Dre, shit And would 50 still be 50 if he lost to Game? I'm tryna picture, what if Biggie needed [?] What if 'Pac sat around the park and parked a block away? Either way, I'm sayin it's fate We were born with all the scriptures for us written on a slate I'm too busy gettin paid, hesitate, get a crate Let me set the record straight, I been questionin the hate Black, white, dark, light, girl, guy, it's all the same Fuck if you're my brother from another mother, then it's love and I don't see your colour SongtexteEverybody need a body, swear we motherfuckin need eachother I'm still smokin weed and fuckin, ah Yeah, whole squad was in the whip (In the whip) Whole squad was in the, squad was in the, whip Whip, whole squad was in the whip (In the whip) Whole squad, whole squad, couple spliffs Roll a couple spliffs, rollin up a, rollin up a, roll a couple spliffs Roll a couple spliffs Roll a motherfuckin couple spliffs my brah (haha) Yo Mickey Check I'm kinda wish that I was livin better Past issues got me thinkin how I'm missin Dadda And I could picture Tayta sittin home & knittin sweaters Worried bout me gettin sick & catchin colds in Sydney's weather Uh, every Christimas now, I get her presents Every time I get it for her, she wish that I didn't get it Sky's the limit Tayta, Biggie said it The bank account got seven 6s, that's a [?] Yeah, my heart's skipping reading Millie's letter I took a trip from Californication, still regret it Urgh, scarred tissues like a chilli pepper My memories under the bridge under the bridge, I'm bumpin Chilli Peppers Sex, coke, how she smoke, all you bitches get it Get the breast stroked and back stroked, that's a swimming lesson haha Hit Givenchy with Lemon credit Spend it all, I don't give a fuck Just take a sec to reminisce Whole squad was in the whip, couple spliffs Yeah we chop it up, and drop it at the crib How we live Used to dream about that hustle shit I pull up at the park and we puff a bit Now I make my mama rich, ah Sesh and blazing through the struggle bitch Coppas came to check the registration, told em suck a dick Windows down, music bumpin we were loving it We had no destination tho, just cruising for the fuck of it (Fuck) Aus Songtexte Mania