JOURNEY Songtext
von MC Eiht
JOURNEY Songtext
Yeah
Yeah
I mean we on some feel good shit right now
Yeah
Me and my Rob T
Ferhan on the beat
Yeah
And that′s Blue Stamp Official y'all heard?
Haha yeah
Come on with a right quick
That′s how we feel
Yeah
Young Black in the hood we some activists
Shots rang out now what's after this?
Mama graveyard shift so I ran with goons
Starvin' pieced up Jah no silver spoons
My Kevin had the tables in his garage
But the thought of being famous was all a mirage
Chill beatboxing was the bass I spit
Pop′s bill jump ship wasn′t giving up shit
Big sis with the squabs when it go off
Any set you claim may not be soft
Young dad with a kid tryna slang some rocks
Strawberries for a hit roll off your socks yeah
Bring me right back
Late night was the hype when bread might stack
Tryna cover the facts
Few got work few homies who pack
Anybody who heard me
Ya buckle up fast come on this journey
Anybody who heard me
So come buckle up and take this journey
Good days like you may be on occasion
Cold 40 in the lap stress we was blazin'
Somebody on the line phone signal busy
Back watch for the homies no longer with me
40 notebook chip for the gangsta verses
Maybe we can get away from these ghetto curses yeah
bottomless pit
Talk loud but them ain′t really sayin' shit
Fold deep in the bucket how we used to dip
Yellin′ fuck you bitch anybody who trip
Skip skip on the block with a heatin' brown bag
How then forever be the fuckin′ hashtag!
Maybe sag forever
Crisscross round here them ties we sever
Yeah bet not never
Ebonics for your ass if you too damn clever
Anybody who heard me
So come buckle up snd take on this journey yeah
Anybody who heard me
So come buckle up and take on this journey
Yeah
Blue Stamp Official
My Rob T
Ferhan on the beat
Yeah
I mean we on some feel good shit right now
Yeah
Me and my Rob T
Ferhan on the beat
Yeah
And that′s Blue Stamp Official y'all heard?
Haha yeah
Come on with a right quick
That′s how we feel
Yeah
Young Black in the hood we some activists
Shots rang out now what's after this?
Mama graveyard shift so I ran with goons
Starvin' pieced up Jah no silver spoons
My Kevin had the tables in his garage
But the thought of being famous was all a mirage
Chill beatboxing was the bass I spit
Pop′s bill jump ship wasn′t giving up shit
Big sis with the squabs when it go off
Any set you claim may not be soft
Young dad with a kid tryna slang some rocks
Strawberries for a hit roll off your socks yeah
Bring me right back
Late night was the hype when bread might stack
Tryna cover the facts
Few got work few homies who pack
Anybody who heard me
Ya buckle up fast come on this journey
Anybody who heard me
So come buckle up and take this journey
Good days like you may be on occasion
Cold 40 in the lap stress we was blazin'
Somebody on the line phone signal busy
Back watch for the homies no longer with me
40 notebook chip for the gangsta verses
Maybe we can get away from these ghetto curses yeah
bottomless pit
Talk loud but them ain′t really sayin' shit
Fold deep in the bucket how we used to dip
Yellin′ fuck you bitch anybody who trip
Skip skip on the block with a heatin' brown bag
How then forever be the fuckin′ hashtag!
Maybe sag forever
Crisscross round here them ties we sever
Yeah bet not never
Ebonics for your ass if you too damn clever
Anybody who heard me
So come buckle up snd take on this journey yeah
Anybody who heard me
So come buckle up and take on this journey
Yeah
Blue Stamp Official
My Rob T
Ferhan on the beat
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