[Intro]
A lotta' mathafuckas man...
Who Green, Shine Stringer, Keith Stringer Lawan, U Serv, Little Randy
That's what I'm doing this for...
[Verse 1]
Yeah... we aint here to mourn, we here to celebrate.
So this one is for all my dogs who didn't
make it in the struggle man I's remember
when I was on the Ave. clutching them dimes
Gut touching my spine, busting my
rhymes Feeling like im living in them lost times,
No sight of the future
d*** right, I would shoot ya, palm tight on a rooster
Old in the face cause this hold on my case
Got my growth at a fast pace Old folks like "O?
Oh he's a bad case,
He won't last; his track record will do the math
Crack Solicitation on the avenue is not new to you
Listeners but this is true
listen up I got a spew at it and keep it all truth
or else i might as well give this up
Feel me now, from rocks to pow pows,
glocks to pow-duh I dun did it all so i clutch my b****
And notice they still here, so Obie is still here
So Kobe, here's to
you and daddy's new career
[Chorus]
So grab ya cups of Beer!
put em up lets Cheer!
Here's a toast to all my soldiers who aint here
This is it my n**** this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out
Now grab ya cups of Gin! put em up lets Win!
Here's a toast to never looking back again
This is it my n**** this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out
[Verse 2]
Now i understand every man got a story to tell
Buy f*** it i got a story as well
Growing up it was n***** either buried or jailed
Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for the llelo
Locked in a cell, who's to blame?
When I was raised in this hood when my crew was slain
Only a few remains. you talk about struggle
With your bubble gum life style,
n**** f*** you I'm here today for fam that passed away
Bodies' deep six n**** flesh decayed
Real cats, who had techs to spray
Babies to raise, missed them cradles n went straight
To the grave, that hood life is in me
So I, sip that remi while my pockets scream gimmie
Let me get air, im guaranteeing ya'll feeling me
Straight from the block to the industry
[Chorus]
So grab ya cups of Beer! put em up lets Cheer!
Here's a toast to all my soldiers who aint here
This is it my n**** this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out Now grab ya cups of Gin! put em up lets Win!
Here's a toast to never looking back again
This is it my n**** this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out
[Outro]
Yeah! All my homies thats deceased, rest in peace
My n**** Champsky, lil Green Pink Funk you'll be home in a minute n****
We get it popping' I got a chance to speak to the word n****
And I aint stopping, straight off the crab. 313! (ohhh yeah)
A lotta' mathafuckas man...
Who Green, Shine Stringer, Keith Stringer Lawan, U Serv, Little Randy
That's what I'm doing this for...
[Verse 1]
Yeah... we aint here to mourn, we here to celebrate.
So this one is for all my dogs who didn't
make it in the struggle man I's remember
when I was on the Ave. clutching them dimes
Gut touching my spine, busting my
rhymes Feeling like im living in them lost times,
No sight of the future
d*** right, I would shoot ya, palm tight on a rooster
Old in the face cause this hold on my case
Got my growth at a fast pace Old folks like "O?
Oh he's a bad case,
He won't last; his track record will do the math
Crack Solicitation on the avenue is not new to you
Listeners but this is true
listen up I got a spew at it and keep it all truth
or else i might as well give this up
Feel me now, from rocks to pow pows,
glocks to pow-duh I dun did it all so i clutch my b****
And notice they still here, so Obie is still here
So Kobe, here's to
you and daddy's new career
[Chorus]
So grab ya cups of Beer!
put em up lets Cheer!
Here's a toast to all my soldiers who aint here
This is it my n**** this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out
Now grab ya cups of Gin! put em up lets Win!
Here's a toast to never looking back again
This is it my n**** this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out
[Verse 2]
Now i understand every man got a story to tell
Buy f*** it i got a story as well
Growing up it was n***** either buried or jailed
Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for the llelo
Locked in a cell, who's to blame?
When I was raised in this hood when my crew was slain
Only a few remains. you talk about struggle
With your bubble gum life style,
n**** f*** you I'm here today for fam that passed away
Bodies' deep six n**** flesh decayed
Real cats, who had techs to spray
Babies to raise, missed them cradles n went straight
To the grave, that hood life is in me
So I, sip that remi while my pockets scream gimmie
Let me get air, im guaranteeing ya'll feeling me
Straight from the block to the industry
[Chorus]
So grab ya cups of Beer! put em up lets Cheer!
Here's a toast to all my soldiers who aint here
This is it my n**** this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out Now grab ya cups of Gin! put em up lets Win!
Here's a toast to never looking back again
This is it my n**** this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out
[Outro]
Yeah! All my homies thats deceased, rest in peace
My n**** Champsky, lil Green Pink Funk you'll be home in a minute n****
We get it popping' I got a chance to speak to the word n****
And I aint stopping, straight off the crab. 313! (ohhh yeah)