paroles de chanson Tall Tale Of A G - Z-RO
Telling
you
a
tall
tale
of
a
G
'Cause
everybody
wanna
be
a
G
Telling
you
a
tall
tale
of
a
G
'Cause
everybody
wanna
be
a
G
Telling
you
a
tall
tale
of
a
G
'Cause
everybody
wanna
be
a
G
Telling
you
a
tall
tale
of
a
G
'Cause
everybody
wanna
be
a
G
Hearing
voices
of
the
children
of
the
corn
The
mother
that
has
finally
been
warned
'Cause
on
a
Polaroid
in
focus
There's
a
picture
of
my
first
born
I
got
a
scary
premonition
so
I
walked
up
in
his
room
And
he
spoke
his
first
words
("Daddy's
gonna
die
soon")
Running
through
the
metals,
people
running
When
they
see
me
coming,
a
mother
calling
to
her
son
That's
telling
me
to
watch
my
back,
I'm
being
hunted
Then
it
was
gone,
I
turned
around,
it
had
to
be
on
But
then
I
had
found
it
was
gonna
be
hard
For
me
to
make
it
to
the
crib
'cause
niggas
had
me
surrounded
Then
all
of
a
sudden
it
was
first
and
ten
'Cause
a
nigga
fell
like
Tony
Dorset
Set
trying
to
raise
up
out
of
that
hoe
I
step
in
and
checking
chins,
broke
loose
with
a
loose
tooth
I'm
headed
for
that
Cadillac,
all
of
a
sudden
I
felt
cock
Needled
ghosts
steals
that
appear
in
my
calf,
now
stick
in
my
back
Then
I
fired
four,
now
I
made
it
to
the
car
and
I
crunked
that
hoe
And
I
hollered,
"You
niggas
won't
get
me"
Then
I
backdo'
the
beltway
back
to
Mo
City
But
there's
a
Regal
trailing
close
up
on
my
fender
But
in
my
hand,
I
got
the
synthetic
rubber
death
Automatic
life
ender,
he's
in
the
right
lane
and
I'm
in
the
left
So
I
hit
the
break
and
he
hit
the
gas
and
as
he
passed
I
busted
a
shot
that
broke
the
glass
And
the
car
was
swerving,
wondering
to
a
Bourbon
Crashed
in
a
diesel,
then
it
burst
to
flames
I
thought
it
was
over
'til
the
nigga
pulled
up
in
the
Nova,
uh
Now
I'm
doing
85
up
ahead,
out
the
window
hollering,
"Catch
me
if
you
can"
Could
not
do
it
but
still
pursued
him,
chasing
'til
we
hit
Ridgevan
Pulled
up
in
the
front
of
the
crib,
put
the
Lac
in
park
And
I
unloaded
the
Mac,
and
I'm
kinda
cold
'Cause
the
favorite
mask
of
a
mama
Bullet
had
my
shirt
spinning
to
my
back
But
I
ain't
got
time
to
bleed
'cause
I'm
getting
up
out
of
the
car
Trying
to
catch
my
breath,
and
I
heard
screeching
tires
And
a
bunch
of
footsteps
running
with
these
niggas
coming
I'm
getting
ready
to
split
some
wigs
but
running
up
out
of
the
driveway
There's
a
carriage
that
contains
my
kid
I
dropped
my
strap,
and
hollered,
"I'ma
save
you
They
fin
to
kill
your
daddy
but
don't
worry,
you
can
resurrect
me
later"
I'm
almost
dead
but
to
my
surprise,
I
done
visualized
That
nigga
done
rose
up
out
of
the
carriage,
I
seen
his
big
brown
eyes
I
shed
a
tear
running
to
him,
thinking
I
could
use
my
body
To
shield
him
from
the
blast
And
I
heard
(fuck,
fuck,
fuck,
fuck)
everybody
crashed
Then
the
niggas
was
gone
and
that
was
that,
and
since
I
couldn't
breathe
I
put
down
my
self
destruct,
and
I
passed
That
god
damn
thang
to
my
baby
boy
But
I
thought
to
myself,
I
can't
just
go
out
like
no
fucking
flame
Gotta
re-gather
my
nuts
and
make
these
hoes
recognize
my
fucking
name
I'm
ready
to
give
up
the
ghost
and
my
first
mind
said,
"Close
your
eyes"
But
my
second
mind
it
said,
"Over-ride
the
first
mind
and
grab
yo'
nine"
So
I
stood
to
my
feet,
covered
in
blood,
catch
a
slug
That
busted
my
ribs,
and
I
grabbed
that
damn
thang
From
my
baby
boy,
and
I
put
him
back
in
the
crib
And
since
aggravation
had
my
def
callade,
I
put
up
the
Mac
And
I
passed
up
the
nine
but
I
strapped
on
a
hand
grenade
Got
back
in
the
car,
only
reason
I
see
is
bodies
stacked
Fired
up
the
dank,
and
I
hit
it
so
hard
The
smoke
started
seeping
up
out
the
holes
in
my
back
I
crunked
up
the
car
for
my
final
ride
Wipe
the
blood
off
the
locs
and
put
the
Lac
in
drive
Motherfuckers
better
be
ready
to
die
'cause
death
is
close
We
gon'
go
out
like
G's
and
continue
to
plot
on
his
ghost
I'm
28
plus
all
of
my
fate,
hitting
what
do
you
know
Recognized
the
Nova,
parked
the
car
And
made
my
way
to
the
do',
they
slamming
them
boulders
Jamming
on
Screw,
and
sipping
on
Hennessey
Without
any
warning
I
kicked
open
the
do'
And
said,
"Do
you
remember
me?"
They
jumped
up
quick,
I
grabbed
the
hand
grenade
And
shut
the
fucking
do',
and
then
I
felt
the
heat
from
a
4-4
They
hit
the
deck,
but
it
really
don't
matter
no
mo'
They
tried
to
get
out,
but
my
nigga
we
locked
in
There
was
a
grenade
in
my
hand,
I
dropped
the
pin
Know
what
I'm
saying,
going
out
like
G's
Because
we
are
G's,
I
wanna
say
what's
up
to
my
G's
Hermwood
Fisher,
Rockesh,
Dave
V
My
niggas
on
lock,
Grady
You
know
what
I'm
sayin',
I
see
that
Mike
D
on
lock,
real
G's
on
lock
Rest
in
peace
to
my
G's
Killa
Stains,
A.K.A.
LL,
rest
in
peace
I
see
you
up
there
balling,
man
hold
up
Real
G's,
do
you
wanna
be
a
G?
To
G
or
not
to
G
for
real
Fuck
you
fakers
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