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May 21, 2002
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Santa Rosa
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LIL LOS LYRICS:

SHITS GONE STRANGE
As my mind falls blind to a cloud of smoke/ Stroke chambers with my fingers and hope/ Dirty blood SPILLS tonight, nine mills spit tight, hit right/ make your fate when there sent on flight goodnight, Irene/ I mean nice dreams when I let loose, induce sixteen in your spleen/ And produce another murder scene/ My bullets fiend in teams to scream from an auto machine/ and put your ass to sleep tweak, when I creep, peep/ These sticky situations, incarsurations what I'm facing/ But there's no hesitations when I relieve frustrations/ the case is..huh, you bruised my pride/ But I refuse to loose so I'll choose to ride/ My side, my folks NO JOKE LEAVE you smoked hoe, no doubt/ and that weak move that you choosed leave you two singled out/ There's lessons to be learned (LEARNED), tables to be turned (TURNED)/ Treason is the reason for our bridges being burned/ Stripes earned when hollow tips drip from a clip bitch/ rip shit when the clips spits and wipe you off my hitlist/ and witness the bitchness from homies that were with this/ at one time, but funk rised and switched up with the quickness/ your dickless, and giving Northern Cal a bad name/ Homies going against the grain, damn shit's gone strange.

I PUT THESE IN CAPS BECAUSE THEY ARE CORRECTIONS
 

L.K.D

Sicc OG
Jan 21, 2003
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I LIKE THIS SONG ONE OF MY FAVORITES I CAN RELATE TO WHAT WOODIE IS SPITTIN ON THIS ONE IS LIKE TAKING A TRIP THROUGH ONE OF WOODIES DAY.

(THESE STREETS ARE CALLIN ME )
i live a lifestyle covered up by dark clouds
dealin with this suckas but they only seen the bar clouds
still i keep a strap for when i come across a killa
i dreamt the day i'll have to fight that killa in the mirror
i wake up every morning hit my fith and hope i live
just another day to see what tommorow got to give
im addicted to the liquor
and at days i peel the sticker off another 40 ounce
and wonder " how did my life get here?
my ole goes in staying drunk and eliminating funk
fuckin hoes or rollin triple golds always up in the trunk
my mother asks me everyday " are you still hangin?
i lie and tell her NO but her heart knows i aint changed none
i hate to see her cry wipe the tears from her eyes
and try to tell her everything is gonna be alright
i hug her tightly as i leave it bothers me
but for now i gotta go cause this streets are callin me