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2009-07-22

Secrets

Would you like to know a secret? (Would you wanna, you really wanna, baby) Would you promise not to tell? (I know you wanna, no, baby, I bet ya) Would you like to know a secret? (Would you wanna, you really wanna, I know) Would you promise not to tell? (Wanna know it, I bet you wanna, baby You really wanna, you really wanna) Now I comes from Pomona the city of G's in California Where the sun rises the east and sets the west (Tell the truth player) Now I ain't tryin' to be a hard a*s brother 'Cause I got game from my sister and my mother They told me the same thing that'll make you laugh will make you cry And they was right on the money now I Bang bang to the rhythm of Quik Now put the dip in your hip and let your backbone slip It took a real long time for me to get this break And I'll be damned if I leave it for a s*cka to take Hey Suga Free, I got some whoop whoop I'm finna get some whop whop You know I sold my drop top on Dayton's with them knock-offs Partner you can straight shake the spot I see the envy and jealousy in your face and bump what you got fool Forgot to write me in the Penn Now I'm on parole in the wind and your trying to fit in Y'all humpback J, E to the A The L O U S s*ckas make my day, s*cka But I'm a cotton-pickin' fool, I shoulda listened to Tony Lane When he told me to shake a s*cka like you Shake a shake a shake, one s*cka a day 'Cause misery loves company and a Mr. s*cka For a Trick A.K.A broke jealous trick with a itch to never see me spittin' Here come that s*cka with that smile Talkin' about how my shit flow so dope He played my tape and got cottonmouth So I'm knowin' 'bout your fake smile pat me on my back With that he say-she say crap Because I know something you don't Like havin' thousands in a bank [Incomprehensible] Would you like to know a secret? (Would you wanna, you really wanna, know it) Would you promise not to tell? (I'll give it to ya baby, I bet ya, wanna, no) Would you like to know a secret? (Would you wanna, you really wanna, baby) Would you promise not to tell? (I know you wanna, you really wanna, know it I bet you wanna, you really wanna) Now I gets my checks in chunks blocks and stacks Looking out for my homies and family like a mack So you can do or say whatever floats your boat But I'ma tell you just like this I'm far from broke So while you talk about me you need to look at yourself Who gave Peaches five hundred for [Incomprehensible] I had a life-long dream to do just this In and out of jail and didn't nobody send me shhh But I ain't mad witcha, I guess we do what we do And God bless Chris, Flower, Dante and Little Clue We gotta make it right 'cause Mr. Gilmore is laughing at us Killing each other over nothing every night So wake up and recognize what you fail to see 'Cause I'm a black man partner it was hard for me Trying to get a job with a cross tattoo under my left eye They never called me back in interviews it was hi and bye Would you like to know a secret? (Would you wanna, you really wanna, know it) Would you promise not to tell? (I know you wanna, you really wanna, know it, I bet ya) Would you like to know a secret? (I know you wanna, you really wanna, know) Would you promise not to tell? (Don't you wanna, you really wanna, baby Don't you wanna, you really wanna) And my home girl Qiana bless her soul Bought me some shoes I took off them [Incomprehensible] 'cause my sacks was through And moms kicked me out the house 'cause I wasn't paying rent I got mad for a minute now I gots good sense And me and pops used to go at it like every other day But I apologize for all the remarks I used to say 'Cause ah I gots my life where I want it I met Stan Sheppard, Black Tone, DJ Quik now I'm jumping on it And Black Tone used to buy me clothes Pay for lawyers and court so Black Tone's my folks Unlike some other fools I know we got a snitch walking round But I ain't mad at cha just don't let me see you I'ma clown 'Cause you smiling in my face and pat me all on my back And hate my guts but steady in the presence of a mack And if it wasn't for Tony Lane, DJ Quik and Hi-C Wouldn't none of y'all s*ckas give a damn about me Fo sho I wanna say wa*sup to Black Tone (Alright) Hi-C, D, Qia Thad, Noay (Yeah) Fly (Right) My partner Bubbah (Wha*sup nigga) That's right my sister Lee and we out (Hey baby) (Did you leave out something?) Nope (Alright) Would you like to know my secrets? Would you promise not to tell? Would you like to know my secrets? Would you promise not to tell? Would you like to know my secrets?

Street Gospel

1997-06-24

Street Gospel
  1. Intro
  2. Why U Bull**in?
  3. I'd Rather Give You My Bitch
  4. Doe Doe And A Skunk
  5. Don't No Suckaz Live Here
  6. Tip Toe
  7. I Wanna Go Home (The County Jail Song)
  8. If U Stay Ready
  9. Fly Fo Life
  10. On My Way
  11. Secrets
  12. Table Interlude
  13. Dip Da