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rock wright - g.w.d.h.g. lyrics

[hook]
h-llo
(where you at?)
sh-t, i don’t know
i’m faded, i’m just goin’ where da homies go
(wait, what?)
i’m just goin where da homies go
mama on me, i’m just goin’ where da homies go
h-llo
(where you at?)
sh-t, i don’t know
i’m faded, i’m just goin’ where da homies go
(wait, what?)
i’m just goin where da homies go
mama on me, i’m just goin’ where da homies go

[verse 1]
it’s 2am
speeding down the highway on the 110
mom blowin’ up my phone, but i can’t go home
’cause she’ll know i’ve been drunk again
but i’ma be alright like k-dot, uh
couple buzz b-lls and a head shot, uh
the big homie let me hit the blunt for free
and by now everybody prolly know my drink
i’m walking through the city with a gangsta lean
trunk hold the slugger i’m major league
for when you n-ggas get to frontin’, my n-ggas get to bustin’
yeah i keep a couple homies that are wanted by the dozen, oh!
chillin’ in the cut, now and then i’ll make a cameo
then pull off with a bad -ss b-tch you’ve never seen before
“hey mom, yeah i got you on the speaker phone
and you heard me right, i’m just goin’ where my people go”
will i make it home alive mama i’ll never know..
so say a prayer, you and granny both
the homies got me twisted off that potion
and sobriety’s off that option
unless i drink the whole pacific ocean
on me!

[verse 2]
it’s 3am
mama told me to be home bout’ an hour ago
plus i got work in the morning
i’ma only have time to wake up take a shower and go
but i can’t think about that sh-t right now
’cause i’m in the wrong f-ckin’ part of town
and these n-ggas i ride with
might be the same mother f-ckers on a night like this to die with
(aye aye aye!! w-ssup n-ggas! where y’all from!?)
i’m trying not to get lost in the city tonight
i pray the lord won’t take my life
’cause now it’s three-thirty
and i know my mama’s worried
that her only son she just might have to bury
’cause it’s hot in the city hundred days out here
even when the sun’s out it still rains out here
because it’s me, ap, and tg, and some n-ggas i’ll keep nameless
we just runnin’ through the city hoping that the rain don’t spray us
’cause if these drops fall on your head your dead
as a car pull up behind us, hit the backstreet right beside us
now we’re sprinting down the ave like we’re straight out jamaica
but even the legs of usain bolt can meet his maker
on me!

[verse 3]
it’s 4 motherf-cking… am and she
f-ckin’
young, wild, and thuggin’, colt .45 andrew luckin’
lurkin’ in the cut up in public, screamin’ f-ck the republic…an
party, we party, my drink mixed with bacardi
mother f-ck a hierachy, i’m a young marcus garvey
mixed with huey and malcom, expectations they doubt em
only a few of us moving up, who the f-ck talkin’ tough?
step up get, get laid down
ain’t playin round my side of town don’t give a f-ck
cops probably gon’ shoot us up, true enough, late at night
tamir rice
lord probably gonna take my life, i don’t really take advice
in the whip…chillin’ with, homies, hoes, friends with benefits
n-ggas mad they ain’t in the clique, 339 b-tch we winning sh-t
cross faded feeling loose, all my homies got the juice
we some soldiers we some troops, bout a check, nike swoosh
that’s on me, that’s on me
stop trippin i’m just rollin’ with my homies
b-tch!

[outro]
i’m trying not to get lost in the city tonight
i pray the lord won’t take my life
i’m trying not to get lost in the city tonight
i pray the lord won’t take my life

- rock wright lyrics

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