TRONTREAZY PRODUCTIONS PRESENTS JOHN DOE - PAST TENSE (feat. TRONTREAZY PRODUCTIONS) Lyrics

Past tense when I was young, I was a Westside nut
I ain't gonna lie, me and my cousins told the Westside up
From Campbell to Simon Village, in the conks of two-four
Dog town, ghost town, back to the bottom for sho

Past tense when I was young, I was a Westside nut
I ain't gonna lie, me and my cousins told the Westside up
From Cambell to Simon Village, in the conks of two-four
Dog town, ghost town, back to the bottom for sho

I'm sitting in my cell acting bad
Just thinking about the days and the ways
That I used to stack the cash, clack the gat, ride on chrome
Man, I'm 24 years old, three kids that gotta eat

Plus I'm grown on my own
Now, what am I do
Man, I gotta make it
If I seen it and I want it or I need it, I'mma take it

Fake it, that's just something a nigga can't do
I done seen it with my own eyes, but homie, I ain't do
I'm too true
I never been a sucker with a weak heart

I do my thing in and out of lanes, but I'm pretty smart
I smoke potes to concern my nerves
I got so much heat
Sometimes I almost burn my words, uh

I hit the blocker, sold it up like Monopoly
Ain't nobody gonna stop a G collecting up the copper key
And if you're snitch, won't you cop a plea
Up in a G-R-A-V-E, that's where you gots to been

Since when I was young, I was a Westside nut
I ain't gonna lie, me and my cousins tore the Westside up
Can't build a soccer field in the conks of two-four
Dog town, ghost town, back to the bottom for sho

Past tense when I was young, I was a Westside nut
I ain't gonna lie, me and my cousins tore the Westside up
Can't build a soccer field in the conks of two-four
Dog town, ghost town, back to the bottom for sho

I done earned my stripes, so you can call me a zebra
And when I burn my pipes, I bend my stanga leaf
And then I'm gone in 60 seconds like Nicholas Cage
I've been a baby raped for pink slips

I'm fixed to get paid
Shh
Watch me
Glam like Yossi

It's dumb ass
Should've knew that this pony had posse
It's dumb ass
One thing about us, we like two stuffed cars

And we don't smoke on no penna's
We like two stuffed cars
Smokin
Screamin' our O's

Been shy
Show at Eastmont
Swangin' shit in the open
Focus

My nigga, that is just how we roll
Bitches up in daisy boots
Niggas dicks on swole
Whoa

Here come the pole, pole
Slow your roll
Kick rocks
Bend some blocks

So your shit get tall
And you don't want that, do you
So smash in your cougar
Go and put up your ruger

Hallelujah
Had sex when I was young
I was a Westside nut
I ain't gonna lie, me and my bros

Toe the Westside up
Can't bear the Cipher Village and the constant twofold
Dogtown goes down
Back to the bottom for sure

Had sex when I was young
I was a Westside nut
I ain't gonna lie, me and my bros
Toe the Westside up

Can't bear the Cipher Village and the constant twofold
Dogtown goes down
Back to the bottom for sure
It ain't no niggas in this industry can fade, this click

Ten hundred block of West Open, we done made this shit
And if y'all brains are hit, watch y'all attack like some kids
So just bow down like puppies on a post and get whipped
Let's go

I ain't gonna lie, I wish Bush gone and clone killers
Cause your boy, y'all don't hate
Well, can we get along, nigga
And that's just something that I wanna laugh

I feel good around my homies
Make a thug nigga wanna smile
Town business, you done heard of that
Up in the town, if you in it, I swear you murdered that

I said, uh, town business, you done heard of that
Up in the town, if you in it, I swear you murdered that
I had to drop that line twice, cause your boy ain't nothin' nice
I done did what you doing, now I live and retire like that's for you youngsters

Grittin' and grindin' and all that
Walkin' through the hood strapped with gats and ball bags
Had sex when I was young, I was a Westside nut
I ain't gonna lie, me and my brothers toe the Westside up

Can't bear the Cipher Village and the constant twofold
Dog town, ghost town, back to the bottom for sure
Had sex when I was young, I was a Westside nut
I ain't gonna lie, me and my brothers toe the Westside up

Can't bear the Cipher Village and the constant twofold
Dog town, ghost town, back to the bottom for sure