I'm gunna' love you no matter what you were sayin' how could you turn away and forget those sunny days but were they the sunny days or was it the game
don’t matter what you think or what you say I always love for the street every single day You better get down on your knees, you better pray Cause goin
tippin fifth of that to goosey Shinnin for Swill and Halle, smokin for Lil' Shawney Still reppin Bad Newz, and all my soldiers for me Enjoy some better days
slowed up shit and we changed the game Copped the old school and we changed the frame And wave the trunk that reads 'I Am the H' Anything you saying you better
days ago, you saw the profile pic (pic) On the internet, talkin like you legit And a Stan is a man, but you must be a Sis Better bother Rapper Rick, or
fuck with them Cypress Hill Raiders Heard it all before and I don't need no more Advice on the game and how to kick hardcore Played the game out here
feel my pain If I never come back If I control the end And without looking back Can't you feel my pain Oh let me go free Hopping for better days Don
do that What's the point What's the matter, anyway Fat cat's licking cream Dirty business Hard and mean Narrow eyes and hungry days There's got to be A better
to play Run away if you see me Don't even say my name Don't think that you can know me Don't try and play that game Every day that I get better
bang, look at the way my chain glow The ring on my fing’ cost ya main lotta dough The fuck am I bustin’ my brain fo’? It’s just the way the game go, oh
I'm on one of them Ma, that boy out there actin a fool that's him They say I've changed man, I'm getting paper, I'm flashy They like me better when
that I'm free, yeah, Telling me to get my shit together now I got my shit together, yeah, Now I made it through the weather better days Can't get no better
and love you all night long, babygirl Yo, i've heard it before, so save all the cliches, i really can't belieive there's no talent around theses days
a band-aid Can't say we better off than we was before In synopsis this is my minority report Can't say we better off than we was before In synopsis
Feeling like you've lost your way See that you've had better days You dont know why. Everything seems way too hard You start to wonder who you are and
see my chain game is crazy and my piece game is playa My fit game is fiyah and my shoe game'll slay ya My wrist game ready and my whip game proper When
hills Yeah when I was fourteen I told my mom we will see better days And sure enough I got Miss Cita in a better place When I was fourteen I told my mom we will see better days
kick in the oven now watch it bubble And you can knock on my door But you can't knock the hustle But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen