Yeah, break half the Dutch off Yeah this for them niggas, can't be here
Pour out half of that shit Pour out half of that shit, 'fore you pass it to me nigga!
Just missin them summer jams Summer jams at the Apollo, the Greek Fest-es
Brooklyn Queens things and shit You know Harlem Weeks and shit like that
Niggas I miss that can't be here with us thuggin it out
Thinkin about them good ol days and times Word up, this is for them, spit that shit
Aiyyo I grew up like the regular thugs, I think I told you that My only means of gettin money was just sellin crack
Outside a nigga did a bid, nigga all of that So now I kick back, and get paid for raw rap
My nigga 'Pone ain't home, not yet Yo it really don't matter just be zoned on the same set
Me and Trag kick it, on the here and there Don't really hang too tough, but the love is there
My pops died on July 3rd Ninety-Eight so now a nigga need mad herb
Cause my, pops is here aiyyo he loved his son Matter of fact my pops was the one to show me a gun
And said, "Papi, you gotta protect your moms Even if that means that you gotta strap up arms"
He used to make me hit the punching bag, my dad He was a boxin God, and he was real he was glad
Yo the boxin the Golden Glove, he just a thug And I love him yo, so I'mma spread that love
Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes
Sometimes I get drunk, all god damn day Sometimes I wanna go, back around the way
Sometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimes Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke
Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes
Sometimes I get drunk, all god damn day Sometimes I wanna go, back around the way
Sometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimes Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke
I cock and pop three in the air for my niggas not here
Locked in with me, your legacy lives on with me continuously
Tremendously I blow weed deep in my memory You still breathe, your face show through your seeds
And who would know one day you'd go so quick, we all felt hopeless
Through blunt smoke my pen spittin and I show this
A sworn oath you would know this, I go the lengths With my rap strengths, when I think about my past friends
K-Rock and Diesel, Primo from the same block as me Since we was shorties, they're paintin project glory
I get touched, it all absorb me like a weed head rush Keepin' it thorough for my past heroes
I must for my people, street and physical, I still see you Featured in my heart, sometimes it might wrinkle
Much drinkin' when I'm thinkin', it's like I feel a hush Over the skies touched by dead guys speakin'
Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes
Sometimes I get drunk, all god damn day Sometimes I wanna go, back around the way
Sometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimes Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke
Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes
Sometimes I get drunk, all god damn day Sometimes I wanna go, back around the way
Sometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimes Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke
Yo from Biggie Smalls to Killa B to, Bob Marley And, 2Pac, yo Twin and my pops
They hard 'tard and smiley, T-Bone too, yo plus My nigga Rahiem, from Guy Brewer
You know I pour out beer for Fernando too And I still smoke my boogies in the rest of the crew
Yo ain't nothin changed still play ball the same I used to cheat a little bit, just to win at my game
But y'all niggas ain't here, can't believe this shit Thought you'd always be here, thought we'd always be click
But y'all niggas not here no more, it ain't fair no more Sometimes I get stressed and kick the door
But I maintain still holdin in the pain Why my pops had to go, why he couldn't sustain?
Motherfuckin Mambo, yo I loved my dad I know he probably didn't realize, what he had
Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes
Sometimes I get drunk, all god damn day Sometimes I wanna go, back around the way
Sometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimes Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke
Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes
Sometimes I get drunk, all god damn day Sometimes I wanna go, back around the way
Sometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimes Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke
Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes
Sometimes I get drunk, all god damn day Sometimes I wanna go, back around the way
Sometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimes Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke
Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes
Sometimes I get drunk, all god damn day Sometimes I wanna go, back around the way
Sometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimes Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke
Sometimes nigga, sometimes Feelin broke
Got a little cream You know I ain't gonna front
My niggas gettin' glossy eyed in the studio and shit
Word, about the people we talkin' about Hittin each other in the heart
That's how we do it, for all those who ain't here
You know we still pour beer And it's all dedicated for y'all
The shit is all dedicated for y'all