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D-Boy Blues

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  • Aight, check game playboy
    It's like this here
    In this **********in game mayne
    **** ain't always gon' be gravy playboy, see
    Thangs ain't always gon' go your way, y'knahmsayin?
    You better take the bitter with the sweet
    If you want to survive in these **********in streets
    But peep it doe
    I got kind in my mackin, I started to stackin in the Valle'
    You see I sent that ***** named, Sally
    To the track with a big fat sack of the crack
    And told her don't come back, until she did that
    Cause **** was gettin funky out in the Bay
    You couldn't find a good plug, from here to L.A.
    Cause ****** get sheisty and sell you bunk
    And no scratch, but these gats, gon' equal funk
    You cain't be no punk, get slabbed in yo' truck
    And roll around town with the beat on pump
    Have yo' eardrums leakin from the beatin of the series 2's
    *****... I got the D-Boy Blues
    [Chorus 2X: B-Legit]
    The blues *****, the blues hoe
    I know some ****** in my crew, that done had 'em befo'
    I got the blues *****, the blues hoe
    ("Stretched, I guess I got the D-Boy Blues")
    [B-Legit]
    My family get this call from this fool
    Who said he knew this fool, said this fool was cool
    Said that his daddy was a mason with a major supply
    And I can get some thangs as long as I buy 5
    I really wasn't trippin cause I had the cash
    But if it goes down funky I'ma smoke yo' ass
    Hung up the phone and I was up, put the mill' on the tuck
    The speakerbox in the Chevy truck
    I'm at the spot a hundred G's, and my strap
    I done beeped this fool twice and he ain't call back
    Now where he at, schemin on Legit the Savage
    Wanna wrap me up and ride away with the cabbage
    Everybody startin to look like the FBI
    I'm hella paranoid dude, but now I'm hella high
    It ain't fly for this ***** from the H-I-double-L
    With no **********in **** to sell
    [Chorus]
    [B-Legit]
    I spend my last, ephedrine and some pirate's glass
    I got my mask, whippin up some **** fast
    Or a little {?} 57 is a rag
    Hydronic ash **** is known to keep the fiends blastin
    Mix together, cook it up on a Bronson burner
    Cause that fire have you higher than that Ike Turner
    Hours later, it's lookin good for this player
    Oil formed and I just got my third layer
    And if it's cool, yo' ***** yellin **** the collar
    Fo' times my mail, with the sales an hour
    Jackin off my cash, buyin up hella toys
    And all I'm ****in with is rich-ass white boys
    Took him out the glass but he lookin dirty white
    Washed him off with the acetone to get him right
    Who got a light, and when yo' ***** lit the flame
    He'll bam-boof with the roof, and e'rythang
    Am I to blame, fo' ****** havin bad luck?
    Too much dirt, is that stoppin me from comin up?
    Well I don't know, but I'm po' and I need a few
    Got yo' boy stressed out, I got the D-Boy Blues
    [Chorus]
  • Aight, check game playboy
    It's like this here
    In this **********in game mayne
    **** ain't always gon' be gravy playboy, see
    Thangs ain't always gon' go your way, y'knahmsayin?
    You better take the bitter with the sweet
    If you want to survive in these **********in streets
    But peep it doe
    I got kind in my mackin, I started to stackin in the Valle'
    You see I sent that ***** named, Sally
    To the track with a big fat sack of the crack
    And told her don't come back, until she did that
    Cause **** was gettin funky out in the Bay
    You couldn't find a good plug, from here to L.A.
    Cause ****** get sheisty and sell you bunk
    And no scratch, but these gats, gon' equal funk
    You cain't be no punk, get slabbed in yo' truck
    And roll around town with the beat on pump
    Have yo' eardrums leakin from the beatin of the series 2's
    *****... I got the D-Boy Blues
    [Chorus 2X: B-Legit]
    The blues *****, the blues hoe
    I know some ****** in my crew, that done had 'em befo'
    I got the blues *****, the blues hoe
    ("Stretched, I guess I got the D-Boy Blues")
    [B-Legit]
    My family get this call from this fool
    Who said he knew this fool, said this fool was cool
    Said that his daddy was a mason with a major supply
    And I can get some thangs as long as I buy 5
    I really wasn't trippin cause I had the cash
    But if it goes down funky I'ma smoke yo' ass
    Hung up the phone and I was up, put the mill' on the tuck
    The speakerbox in the Chevy truck
    I'm at the spot a hundred G's, and my strap
    I done beeped this fool twice and he ain't call back
    Now where he at, schemin on Legit the Savage
    Wanna wrap me up and ride away with the cabbage
    Everybody startin to look like the FBI
    I'm hella paranoid dude, but now I'm hella high
    It ain't fly for this ***** from the H-I-double-L
    With no **********in **** to sell
    [Chorus]
    [B-Legit]
    I spend my last, ephedrine and some pirate's glass
    I got my mask, whippin up some **** fast
    Or a little {?} 57 is a rag
    Hydronic ash **** is known to keep the fiends blastin
    Mix together, cook it up on a Bronson burner
    Cause that fire have you higher than that Ike Turner
    Hours later, it's lookin good for this player
    Oil formed and I just got my third layer
    And if it's cool, yo' ***** yellin **** the collar
    Fo' times my mail, with the sales an hour
    Jackin off my cash, buyin up hella toys
    And all I'm ****in with is rich-ass white boys
    Took him out the glass but he lookin dirty white
    Washed him off with the acetone to get him right
    Who got a light, and when yo' ***** lit the flame
    He'll bam-boof with the roof, and e'rythang
    Am I to blame, fo' ****** havin bad luck?
    Too much dirt, is that stoppin me from comin up?
    Well I don't know, but I'm po' and I need a few
    Got yo' boy stressed out, I got the D-Boy Blues
    [Chorus]