The Story

Lyrics

[Hook: 4x] "Here's a little story I got to tell" "And this list goes on, again and again" Uh, Uh [Verse 1] I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel You can repent and come with God or you can go with devil You can go and get a job or you can do some federal But if I were you, I'd straighten up and do some next level Huh, I often tweak when I drives How can a small town like Vallejo have all these homicides? Man, fools be droppin' like flies Maybe we need more brothers selling bean pies And it's a fool 'cause everybody mama's know each other It ain't cool, but you know black folks like to act they color Wonder why all the good people get put through So many different changes of the weather And all those folks that do wrong seem like they live forever I wish I can rewind time Remember when we used to get free lunch, and the city bus used to cost a dime Runnin around, talkin' about you got the cooties Liftin up skirts, and touchin' girl's booties Boy, take those shoes off before ya come up in this house And whatever you do, don't you sit on grandmama's plastic covered couch Why is it that when all the homies get together, we go back in the days And how come every time we get drunk somebody bring up AIDS? Life is something you can't borrow and give back Here today and gone tomorrow, just like that Pat your abs on your back Take some time out yo waltz Tell your loved ones that you love them every so often [Hook: 4x] "Here's a little story I got to tell" "And this list goes on, again and again" [Verse 2] Uh, fetty is the key to the end of all your worries Contemporary crib, cash, cars and clothes But fetty 'cause problems like guns and spears Families fall out and don't talk for years Like my cromey (Like my cromey) They called him Big Bread Ed His first cousin set him up and left his ass for dead Churches, wakes, nothing unusual Seem like every other damn day I'm buying a brand new suit for a funeral Have your pockets ever lost weight, and you ain't even tried? Did you wonder if your cash was on a diet? See, when you're up, everybody wanna come around But when you're down, ain't nobody out there to be found If you love someone you should tell 'em often Ya never know when they'll be layin' in a coffin Dedicated to my weeples up in jail Ya partner 40 Water gotta story to tell (a story to tell) [Hook 4x] "Here's a little story I got to tell" "And this list goes on, again and again" [Verse 3] They can take the ninja out the ghetto (the ghetto) But not the ghetto out the ninja Give me life for three rocks, but I won't surrender Oh, he's a heathen (heathen), look at the way he dress He must be dealin (dealin), how did he get that Lex? Of course, if it ain't used get spokes, it's crime and coast That's all they worth Shootin' shit up and actin tough, ridin' around with gold and stuff It's rough—How much money you earn? Enough, I own my own law firm Don't need a tux, I twerks pea coats and khakis (khakis) Levi's and T-shirts (Levi's and t-shirts) Whatever the street's works (street's works) Partner deuce, you been actin' kinda funny lately since you done got a few bucks But I'm still folks, Wilson Park, remember three flies up And this goes on, again and again This goes on, again and again Ain't nothin' changed but the territory Same time, different day, different story [Hook 8x] "Here's a little story I got to tell" "And this list goes on, again and again"