[Woodie speaking]
Yeah this one for my boy Blackbird
This your boy Woodie homie
Still down here struggling dog
Be there in a minute
It's me, Lil' Los, Shadow, Lou-e-Lou
Lil' bird in this muthaf*cka too
This dedicated to you homie
Blackbird!
[Verse 1: Woodie]
Do you remember when I bought the seventy-five caprice glasshouse
I came back to the Yoc after pullin' eight hundred cash out
We took it to my pops shop.. And sanded it down
Got it sprayed apple green, we sixteen through the town
That was when the click down-n-dirty album just dropped
And that Mr. flamboyant made them by 9's knock
We were dippin' so hard we had the wheel comin' off the ground
Tryin' to peel every notch in town
While attemptin' to keep the yoc locked down
Any scraps we ran across we hopped out and got down
Drinkin' forties, smokin' bammer, earnin' stripes was our life
Buyin' any strap we could, what good was a knife?
We was tryin' ta take 'em all out the game
And at the same time have the hoes callin' our name
We were naive and young.... Maybe even dumb
But there's nothin' like the feelin' when the respect come
Cause many recognized we got down to business
And very capable of leavin' enemies wigs split
We was kids.... showin' up to school the next day
Like nothin' happened, it's all part of life in the bay...hey
I guess our fathers bred some killaz
But I'm still here and you're gone and I don't feel a
Muthaf*ckin' thang of that, I wanna bring it back
Blackbird! I wish I could bring ya back
Yeah this one for my boy Blackbird
This your boy Woodie homie
Still down here struggling dog
Be there in a minute
It's me, Lil' Los, Shadow, Lou-e-Lou
Lil' bird in this muthaf*cka too
This dedicated to you homie
Blackbird!
[Verse 1: Woodie]
Do you remember when I bought the seventy-five caprice glasshouse
I came back to the Yoc after pullin' eight hundred cash out
We took it to my pops shop.. And sanded it down
Got it sprayed apple green, we sixteen through the town
That was when the click down-n-dirty album just dropped
And that Mr. flamboyant made them by 9's knock
We were dippin' so hard we had the wheel comin' off the ground
Tryin' to peel every notch in town
While attemptin' to keep the yoc locked down
Any scraps we ran across we hopped out and got down
Drinkin' forties, smokin' bammer, earnin' stripes was our life
Buyin' any strap we could, what good was a knife?
We was tryin' ta take 'em all out the game
And at the same time have the hoes callin' our name
We were naive and young.... Maybe even dumb
But there's nothin' like the feelin' when the respect come
Cause many recognized we got down to business
And very capable of leavin' enemies wigs split
We was kids.... showin' up to school the next day
Like nothin' happened, it's all part of life in the bay...hey
I guess our fathers bred some killaz
But I'm still here and you're gone and I don't feel a
Muthaf*ckin' thang of that, I wanna bring it back
Blackbird! I wish I could bring ya back
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