All the cool ones are gone all the schoolboys are balling
I had my kids all talking before they started crawling I don't know when the race is gonna end
Cuz I quit a long time ago before the games began I picture my homie Len jumping the fence
Chilling with my brother Ben reminiscing on the dead when I was young
I felt like a burning hot sun not a deadbeat dad or a burntout blunt I can remember once
But not anymore everything that ever occurred in my life is a slurred blur I used to get locked up
Because I was bored now i want to make love to her like I never f*cked before and bury the war stories
Right next to the warhorse and the war sword because the wars over I'm on a world tour
Its the same as it was before just more mature its come full circle the fat ladys singing the overture
All the cool ones are gone
Left to prison, stories foldin
6 feet deep
Or ashes in the Ocean
My life in a song
Running with them grass stains, solid homies No glass names
My flow is
Water out the hose spickett
Yelling at the window Yo can Ricky come and kick it
We paint the picture vivid
Dablin Souls on mission man, we live it.
D- A -B -L- I -N
Focus like a telescope lense
I got some hella dope frenz
Like two just a to name a few...
We trust nobody...
Networking with a shotty
I stole Arabia from Sadi
Feelin' hotter than Mojave
My lifestyle is more than a hobby
A world tour me and clique waking up in lobbies
Jacuzzi feeling cooler than fonzy
Happy Days traveling through long beach
Smelling the salt from the sea
Down them long streets