paroles de chanson Wizard of Oz - SPM
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lyrics
contain
explicit
language:
Yeah.
Yeah.
Now
come
follow
me
Down
Yellow
Brick
Road
To
Wizard
of
Oz
Hillwood
Hustla
Got
what
you
need.
It
were
plain
to
see
Since
the
age
of
3
One
day
dope
fiends
would
be
pagin'
me
I
got
crunk
in
the
game
Niggas
knew
my
name
Hillwood,
the
place
I
gained
my
fame.
16,
in
the
'77
Seville
Smoke
gray,
gold
trim,
Big
Daddy
grill
Back
in
'86,
I
was
choppin'
bricks
To
think
a
damn
Papermate
got
me
rich
Wit
hate
in
your
heart
it'll
never
be
good
I
feel
blessed
but
confess
I
blow
cess
for
my
stress
It's
that
Mex
with
an
S
on
my
chest.
Nonetheless,
I
wish
well
for
the
homies
With
the
OZ's
runnin'
from
the
police
No
peace,
blow
sweets
on
cold
streets
Dope
fiends
go
bring
a
nigga
mo'
green.
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Now
come
follow
me
Down
Yellow
Brick
Road
To
Wizard
of
Oz
Hillwood
Hustla
Got
what
you
need.
My
money
triples,
sippin'
Ripple
Livin'
simple.
Rollin'
paper
squares
Out
a
fat
ass
nickel
Tricks
on
my
dick
for
the
bricks
I
chop
Pigs
in
my
mix
when
they
hit
my
block
Used
to
catch
a
raid
'bout
every
6 months
Just
to
check
up
to
see
if
I'd
slip
once
Call
it
one
time
some
rhyme
'bout
this
shit
I
can
slide
in
my
sandals
But
never
will
I
slip.
Undercovers
hit
the
set,
Man
ya'll
funny
Takin'
them
crumbs
& givin'
marked
money
Tryin'
to
convict
'em,
I
ain't
fallin'
victim
Fool
I
know
your
face
& my
boys
I
done
hipped
'em
They
want
me
bad
so
mad
as
they
burned
off
Fuckin'
with
them
hoes,
now
my
blunt
done
turned
off
No
other
way,
just
another
day
on
the
spot
If
you
play
then
you
pay,
It
don't
ever
stop.
Now
come
follow
me
Down
Yellow
Brick
Road
To
Wizard
of
Oz
Hillwood
Hustla
Got
what
you
need.
I
wrote
this
book
'bout
the
hopeless
crook
Livin'
in
the
land
where
the
coke
is
cooked
Where
hoes
get
took
& the
joke
is
good
Where
smokers
hooked
in
a
soldier's
hood
That
Lonely
Wood,
where
his
homies
stood
Tryin'
to
change
myself
if
I
only
could
I'm
just
your
Hillwood
Hustla
Street
rhyme
rustler
Blowin'
mo'
smoke
than
a
broke
down
muffler.
But
I'm
takin'
losses
It
ain't
easy
workin'
jobs
with
no
fuckin'
bosses
Sellin'
dope
is
the
hardest
thing
a
man
can
do.
Risk
your
life
& your
freedom
for
a
buck
or
2.
Still
I
feel
if
you
lose
control,
homey
yousa
hoe
Real
G's
keep
they
life
on
cruise
control
When
the
police
kick
door
& raid
my
crib
I
tell
'em
Pigs
are
for
slippers.
That's
not
what
I
did.
Now
come
follow
me
Down
Yellow
Brick
Road
To
Wizard
of
Oz
Hillwood
Hustla
Got
what
you
need.
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