traffic's low In the city streets Solitary then I go, I go through the town. I don't understand. Life can be short or long Tomorrow's another day. I
was a hoover crip First day i got signed I had to prove i spit Freestyle with Busta Rhymes (son you can sing) Told to Jay and Doc Dre. I could finally
nights thought I heard Niggas coming thought I saw the cop lights but I was dreaming, then I woke, the junkies was still feenin N I had coke so I had
And an empty can I ain't got no loochie loochie And yall don't understand I'm just a simple man Doin' the best I can without no loochie I'm feelin' that
can I be for real? It's Strong Arm and Jelly Roll, cool for real Yeah motherfucker, why don't you just chill Cause I'm just coolin at the spot Ain't much
a hoover crip First day i got signed I had to prove i spit Freestyle with Busta Rhymes (son you can sing) Told to Jay and Doc Dre. I could finally put
traffic lights Imprisoned and immobile in their cars; When the traffic's low In the city streets Solitary then I go, I go through the town. I don't understand. Life can
don't you just chill Cause I'm just coolin at the spot Ain't much wrong plus you're makin it hot I like shinin from all the grindin Girl's best friend
I'm tryna break 'em off without the thought of defeat I'm reloaded (I'm reloaded) I'm reloaded (I'm reloaded) I'm a be the greatest, I got my eye on
t driving, my wife was my D.D. And she hadn't drank a drop, still got hassled by the J.P.D. And I said hey dude can't you just leave her alone She
longer I thought I'd grown stonger Than the average But this hatred seperation in this nation Put me in a situation I simply can't manage I don't seem
my cut Let the 15's slam and I'm fuckin em up They can't understand how I bounce my head Smokin' on a joint at a light that's red Niggas can't be me but