| A lotta' mathafuckas man…
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| Who Green, Shine Stringer, Keith Stringer Lawan, U Serv, Little Randy
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| That’s what I’m doing this for…
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| Yeah… we aint here to mourn, we here to celebrate.
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| So this one is for all my dogs who didn’t
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| make it in the struggle man
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| I’s remember when I was on the Ave.
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| clutching them dimes
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| Gut touching my spine,
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| busting my rhymes
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| Feeling like im living in them lost times,
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| No sight of the future
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| Damn right, I would shoot ya, palm tight on a rooster
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| Old in the face cause this hold on my case
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| Got my growth at a fast pace
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| Old folks like «O? |
| Oh he’s a bad case,
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| He won’t last; |
| his track record will do the math»
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| Crack Solicitation on the avenue is not new to you
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| Listeners but this is true
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| listen up I got a spew at it and keep it all truth
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| or else i might as well give this up
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| Feel me now, from rocks to pow pows,
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| glocks to pow-duh I dun did it all so i clutch my balls
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| And notice they still here, so Obie is still here
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| So Kobe, here’s to
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| you and daddy’s new career
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| So grab ya cups of Beer!
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| put em up lets Cheer!
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| Here’s a toast to all my soldiers who aint here
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| This is it my nigga this what we boast about
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| Get your bottle homie po' some out
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| Now grab ya cups of Gin! |
| put em up lets Win!
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| Here’s a toast to never looking back again
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| This is it my nigga this what we boast about
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| Get your bottle homie po' some out
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| Now i understand every man got a story to tell
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| Buy fuck it i got a story as well
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| Growing up it was niggaz either buried or jailed
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| Popped by «Dirty Harry"or popped by the cops for the llelo
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| Locked in a cell, who’s to blame?
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| When I was raised in this hood when my crew was slain
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| Only a few remains. |
| you talk about struggle
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| With your bubble gum life style,
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| nigga fuck you I’m here today for fam that passed away
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| Bodies' deep six nigga flesh decayed
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| Real cats, who had techs to spray
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| Babies to raise, missed them cradles n went straight
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| To the grave, that hood life is in me
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| So I, sip that remi while my pockets scream gimmie
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| Let me get air, im guaranteeing ya’ll feeling me
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| Straight from the block to the industry
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| So grab ya cups of Beer! |
| put em up lets Cheer!
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| Here’s a toast to all my soldiers who aint here
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| This is it my nigga this what we boast about
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| Get your bottle homie po' some out Now grab ya cups of Gin! |
| put em up lets Win!
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| Here’s a toast to never looking back again
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| This is it my nigga this what we boast about
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| Get your bottle homie po' some out
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| Yeah! |
| All my homies thats deceased, rest in peace
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| My nigga Champsky, lil Green Pink Funk you’ll be home in a minute nigga
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| We get it popping' I got a chance to speak to the word nigga
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| And I aint stopping, straight off the crab. |
| 313! |
| (ohhh yeah) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cheers, artist - Obie Trice. Album song Cheers, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп