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Yuk, what, thug lord, regime<br />West coast, Yukmouth, Mac Mac, uh, check<br /><br />(Verse 1: C-Bo)<br />Mission arrives upon all means, all the cream<br />Baddest bitches you ever seen tatted wit regime<br />Thug Lord, wit the real hard core<br />Keepin it crackin once, prepared for war<br />Three of the downest nigga's you ever imagined and go platinum<br />Known to keep it crackin wheter it's packin or scrapin<br />Jackin a rapper, shit I give it up if I can smile<br />Ballin and repent somebody smile for me baby<br />Then made it across the crossroads<br />Skated the boss mode<br />Now me, Mac and Yuk escalatin in floss mode<br />Jaguar's, bad broad's, anything you ask for<br />Motorcycle's, and fast cars, I ask the lord to forgive me<br />To keep me in this, I'm livin is for my children<br />I can't eat without another million<br />I'm livin life in the fast lane, champagne to wash away ya pain<br />Them tears, that I been holdin in for years, smile for me<br /><br />(Chorus:1x)<br />Smile, smile, oh smile<br />I only wanna see you smile<br />Smile, oh smile, oh yeah<br /><br />(Verse 2: CJ Mac)<br />How many words can make a average man sit and try<br />Picture my lies, throwin bricks besides a business<br />Tried crippin for life<br />Tried dippin around this bitch without a clippin tonight<br />Tried chips for somethin, homocidal call it crime, we cursed<br />All we know we havin dreams in mirror's<br />Fast cars, bad bitches, and teams to kear<br />Crack the seal loc, pour me out a shot of that filth<br />So I can drown in all my feelins inside, we all lit<br />Ha, dustin off the chronic ash and blast<br />Caught up in a mash of cash, we want it fast<br />I'm slippin, dirty I'm home, family won't hug me<br />But that's how the livin as is gonna be, so fuck em<br />I reak of scandalous schemes, and livin fast<br />It's like the second when I'm sayin by my hour glass, damn<br />Been at ?????, and livin buckwild<br />But i'll give it all up to pop a smile, I wish that I could smile<br /><br />(Chorus:1x)<br /><br />(Verse 3: Yukmouth)<br />Ayo, I wake up every mornin praisin the lord<br />Thankin the lord for bein my shootin arm<br />Keepin a soldier safe in his war<br />I worry about livin no more, get paid and stayin on tour<br />Receivein my blessings, the lord<br />That's why I quit stresstin no more<br />Now I can keep my tech in the drawer, and keep my vest on the floor<br />I'm still protected by the lord like never before<br />Acceptin the lord, for sakes, still respectin the lord<br />Praise his name for what you got<br />Cause what you got really ain't yours<br />It's the lords, and we his children<br />He want us all to pay for jewelry<br />Livin in mansions inside a apartment buildings<br />If we can stop this stealin, If we can stop the sinnin<br />If we can stop the killings, start prayin, start repentin<br />And ask god for forgiveness, the fatherfull forgiveness<br />And feel the spirtural healin, and god's by witness<br />So keep the pray for, even if you was raised hard<br />I was buried in the graveyard, until I praised god<br /><br />(Chorus until fade)
Letra nueva de la canción
Yuk, what, thug lord, regime<br />West coast, Yukmouth, Mac Mac, uh, check<br /><br />(Verse 1: C-Bo)<br />Mission arrives upon all means, all the cream<br />Baddest bitches you ever seen tatted wit regime<br />Thug Lord, wit the real hard core<br />Keepin it crackin once, prepared for war<br />Three of the downest nigga's you ever imagined and go platinum<br />Known to keep it crackin wheter it's packin or scrapin<br />Jackin a rapper, shit I give it up if I can smile<br />Ballin and repent somebody smile for me baby<br />Then made it across the crossroads<br />Skated the boss mode<br />Now me, Mac and Yuk escalatin in floss mode<br />Jaguar's, bad broad's, anything you ask for<br />Motorcycle's, and fast cars, I ask the lord to forgive me<br />To keep me in this, I'm livin is for my children<br />I can't eat without another million<br />I'm livin life in the fast lane, champagne to wash away ya pain<br />Them tears, that I been holdin in for years, smile for me<br /><br />(Chorus:1x)<br />Smile, smile, oh smile<br />I only wanna see you smile<br />Smile, oh smile, oh yeah<br /><br />(Verse 2: CJ Mac)<br />How many words can make a average man sit and try<br />Picture my lies, throwin bricks besides a business<br />Tried crippin for life<br />Tried dippin around this bitch without a clippin tonight<br />Tried chips for somethin, homocidal call it crime, we cursed<br />All we know we havin dreams in mirror's<br />Fast cars, bad bitches, and teams to kear<br />Crack the seal loc, pour me out a shot of that filth<br />So I can drown in all my feelins inside, we all lit<br />Ha, dustin off the chronic ash and blast<br />Caught up in a mash of cash, we want it fast<br />I'm slippin, dirty I'm home, family won't hug me<br />But that's how the livin as is gonna be, so fuck em<br />I reak of scandalous schemes, and livin fast<br />It's like the second when I'm sayin by my hour glass, damn<br />Been at ?????, and livin buckwild<br />But i'll give it all up to pop a smile, I wish that I could smile<br /><br />(Chorus:1x)<br /><br />(Verse 3: Yukmouth)<br />Ayo, I wake up every mornin praisin the lord<br />Thankin the lord for bein my shootin arm<br />Keepin a soldier safe in his war<br />I worry about livin no more, get paid and stayin on tour<br />Receivein my blessings, the lord<br />That's why I quit stresstin no more<br />Now I can keep my tech in the drawer, and keep my vest on the floor<br />I'm still protected by the lord like never before<br />Acceptin the lord, for sakes, still respectin the lord<br />Praise his name for what you got<br />Cause what you got really ain't yours<br />It's the lords, and we his children<br />He want us all to pay for jewelry<br />Livin in mansions inside a apartment buildings<br />If we can stop this stealin, If we can stop the sinnin<br />If we can stop the killings, start prayin, start repentin<br />And ask god for forgiveness, the fatherfull forgiveness<br />And feel the spirtural healin, and god's by witness<br />So keep the pray for, even if you was raised hard<br />I was buried in the graveyard, until I praised god<br /><br />(Chorus until fade)
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