City Streets

[Hook] Walking through the city streets Chasing something I'll never find Falling in a cold grey tree We get high and I'm losing my mind [Verse 1: Nacho Picasso] Hook me up to life support, I'm feeling half dead I'll be grabbing on my dick, I'll be on my last leg As I stand on the ledge and recite this last pledge Before I walk off the edge and plunge to my fast death Freefallin' freefallin', joggers freeballin' Your BC, my egg plant, now she need pollen Yeah I keep on rushin', but she the one Stalin Worry about my side bitch, if she the one calling "Darlin'" the key words, I'll ditch you, you (?) So stop bitching, start swallowing Said you could keep the change, Cuban link the chains I'm gon' point and aim, you gon' point the blame I just put the bitch to chains and I can't pronounce her name But she no speak no English, so she can't pronounce a thing I'm a motherfuckin' ras clot, snot on the wash cloth Pots in her hot spot, now you forgot to wash out [Hook] [Verse 2: J Byrd The Low Life] I got one love to the niggas from my block I'll busts guns for the niggas from my block I'll push drugs with your misses or your doctor Sluts love a real nigga for the cock Make 'em stood up when they top Then I send them for some guap They get up with the hiccups and a cough, ha Probably cause I lost a couple dizz up in her twat If I'm dipping from the cops, quick to stick it in her crotch This bitch is with the shit and this bitch can fit a lot So I keep her by my side like the blow in my coin pocket That's dumb and dumber I go Lloyd off it I'm bars in no loincloth (?) But these hard hands prove coins often Yeah [Bridge: J Byrd The Low Life] Trapped in acid tab dreams While I'm hippie flippin' smellin' like hash and Pantene I'm so smacked I can't breath With these dead eyes, feelin' like Vash the Stampede While I'm [Hook]