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boogie - first evergreen lyrics

[verse 1]
life, d-mn, picture this sh-t, my mom in the middle of sh-t (ooooooh)
and she sick of this sh-t, her son on some ignorant sh-t (ooooooh)
what you think she gon’ do? she gon’ send him to church
(she gon’ send him to church)
in the city of compton, that sh-t ain’t gonna help in the midst of a turf, uh d-mn
and now i’m in the choir and i’m hallelujahin’ (hallelujahin’)
then i go outside and hear n-ggas piruin’ (n-ggas piruin’)
that my cousin cam, yeah, that n-gga a kid too
he get dissed, i get dissed too
i might as well bang that sh-t too
stuck in a circle, well at least i’m no square though
thought that sh-t was for weirdos
yes, i ain’t a n-gga that care though (i don’t give no f-cks)
how we seein’ no evil but we hearin’ these sirens?
how we thinkin’ we grounded when all of my n-ggas is pilots?
(what the f-ck, pilots?)
cause this is plain ol’ bullsh-t
the same old pastor in the same old pulpit (lord forgive me)
prayin’ to god for all the n-ggas i’ve lost (n-ggas i’ve lost)
from the streets that i cross, you think i’m gon’ pull out a cross

[hook]
when them n-ggas g-ngb-ngin’
i ain’t in this sh-t but i’m still in this sh-t
them n-ggas g-ngb-ngin’
don’t get the sh-t but i’m still with the sh-t
everybody g-ngb-ng cause them n-ggas ain’t changin’
give a f-ck if you ain’t bangin’ cause them n-ggas g-ngb-ngin’

[verse 2]
what’s up with the sh-t, i’m still on my thuggin’ and sh-t
(ooooooh)
like i’m stuck in this sh-t, i can’t get enough of this sh-t
(ooooooh)
in the cut with the wine, back when n-ggas was mobbin’
was up in the hoovers with no bobby johnson
and n-ggas got lost in the city of compton (compton)
d-mn, that’s probably the city where n-ggas was found at (n-ggas was found at)
i’m up in the beach where some n-ggas had drowned at
(aye shout out to long beach)
you was thinkin’ you real until n-ggas would shoot (until n-ggas would shoot)
why we thinkin’ it was healthy when all of this sh-t was pollution?
(what the f-ck is pollution?)
d-mn, talkin’ dirty done got n-ggas aired out
thought that sh-t was the weird route
no, that ain’t no sh-t that i care ’bout (i don’t give no f-cks)
you hear ’bout them n-ggas who do all that side talk (do all that side talk)
like they out in the street till the day they get slumped on that side walk
it ain’t my fault ’bout how my mind’s lost
sh-t, lives lost from all these lines crossed, uh
i’m prayin’ to god for n-ggas that’s feenin’ the t-tle (that’s feenin’ the t-tle)
from the streets that i walk, you think i’m gon’ pull out a bible

[hook]

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