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xecutive disorder - did it my way lyrics

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[intro]
my m-th-f-cking way homie
big syph, where the f-ck you at?
haaaa, my mothaf-cking way
down my mothaf-cking block
uuuuu, did it my way
that east side way homie, c’mon

[verse 1: baby j]
see i’m gone like the wind g
i’m in l.a. so you smelling
on the cali green
so vicious make it rain
like i’m f-cken christmas
when i’m spitting halleluyah
like i’m f-cken christian
my block in l.a
hit the stop watch
never seen a ese
do a f-cken c-walk
i’m in the right zone
my boys pack chrome
in the jungle they die
where the folks roam
yeah see i’m gonna do it my way
never wait overdrive till i get paid
big screen
you know that the shits clean
hooorah on your -ss
like ima marine

[hook]
*dj scratches*
did it my way
*dj scratches*
the high way
*dj scratches*
down the block
*dj scratches*
hit the blunt then i’m gone
*dj scratches*
did it my way
*dj scratches*
the high way
*dj scratches*
down the block
*dj scratches*
hit the blunt then i’m gone

[verse 2: syphon]
they say what go around
come around
so why they come around
and put you down?
and i’m a fresh up & comer
so why the f-ck
you hate on me m-th-f-cka
i was straight broke, straight gone
straight lost off the planet
couldn’t stand it
gotta kick my old habits
cause being broke ain’t no joke
got d-mn it
now i’m back to rip it up
like a crack addict
uuggh
luxury addicted
i’m scientific
i am different
i don’t dance
but my money shuffle
little bank take big bank
strong arm the hustle

[hook]
*dj scratches*
did it my way
*dj scratches*
the high way
*dj scratches*
down the block
*dj scratches*
hit the blunt then i’m gone
*dj scratches*
did it my way
*dj scratches*
the high way
*dj scratches*
down the block
*dj scratches*
hit the blunt then i’m gone

[verse 3: king lil g]
yeah, this is for the ghetto kids
all alone
growing up asking
when is daddy coming home
not knowing they abandoned
in the hood stranded
momma is tryna pay the rent
doing drug traffic
i could feel your pain
on a rainy day
while your moms at work
they jumped you into the gang
with no role model
what’s the right direction?
i kept my mouth shut
mom said don’t ask no questions
about the scale & the packages
back in the 90’s
life was hard in los angeles
i did things my way
i put my headphones on
i wrote songs to escape

[hook]
*dj scratches*
did it my way
*dj scratches*
the high way
*dj scratches*
down the block
*dj scratches*
hit the blunt then i’m gone
*dj scratches*
did it my way
*dj scratches*
the high way
*dj scratches*
down the block
*dj scratches*
hit the blunt then i’m gone



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