Delonte West lyrics

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(La Musica De Harry Fraud)

n*ggas hated, it was nothin’, my pace cool
They ain’t let me get a piece, a day food
Now they feed that big wreck machine comin’
Actin’ like I’m on somethin’ mane , give a n*gga nothin’
Took my Craft in the kitchen, now that’s cheese
Lord forgive him please, on both knees
Big joints burnin’, it’s 20 more to go
For n*ggas doin’ 20 before they see parole
I know the road ain’t safe and still I choose to drive
It’s crazy baby so I don’t recommend you ride

Motorcycle, guns on it, Delonte West
Crap shooters ‘round the table, please place your bets
Small circle though, can’t infiltrate
From them whole pies, I’ve seen birthday cakes

Motorcycles, guns on ‘em, Delonte West
Crap shooters ‘round table, place your bets

Sometimes when I look into your eyes
The hurt and pain I see (I’m still smokin’ baby)
Makes me want to cry (red hot, old chili peppers)