Drift Away

(808 Pimp, Phatboy)

<808 Pimp>
I think about the days when we used to do it
Me and the crew
Gettin into shit but now I’m through with it.
No more pullin chromes or breakin into homes
I’m now out of the game strictly lyrics to the dome
For the others in distress I never rest
The trouble always manifests in the minds of the helpless
There is nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
That’s why many people love this time and play the game of do or die
Take this life
And that one
What gives you the right to take another by the gun
Its suicide yes
We all must die but why speed up the process
The feeling of lostness
Lost another one to the bullet
Think twice before you pull it
And take one
Five O rolls up and you play dumb
Change your ways these last few days
Stay in close try not to drift away
<Phatboy>
Just me and my trues
Lost one crews
Down for so much time
We was down all up on the grime
But now they just so hard to find
Me and my niggaz pulled the B-B triggers when we were kids
But now my kin be making sin
Break out the bottle of gin
So we can drink and waste away
Dank and tanquerey
Hazy rainy days
A life of purple-ass blacklights
Strobes and probes for hoes that puffed life
Cause yeah we did em
But we didn’t do it like we should of
Here is some bud now give me love - bitch we can do this
All of that buddha smoke I thought was a joke
Until that White Horse came and fucked up my folks
Smoking wusand hards had my niggaz scarred
Hey yo them runs was fun until we ran out of funds
So drop out, then rob a house from your own fuckin set
Go to the pawn shop and sell your mama’s jewelry set
Now what I do cause we was like fam
Make a plan in sand
Fuckin shit, goddamn
Cause he jacked my true
And my true was supposedly his true
This is for the lost ones part 2
Change your ways these last few days
Stay in close try not to drift away
<808 Pimp>
So hop to it
Hop off the train
Wash your slate clean
And clear up your name
Put down the guns
And put out the blunts
Step the fuck back and stay away from them hood runts
Cause life ain’t all about the green
Tryna get paid ain’t always what it seems
To try and stay up could put you in the ground
And what then? Yeah your homies ain’t around
So was it worth it? Was it worth the pain?
To do that shit, and watch your mom’s love drain
Drainouts of heart
You never thought it would end this way in the start
But shit changes, and sometimes for the worst
Your last cruise could be in the back of a black hearse
Down to your resting place boo
Ashes to ashes part 2
Change your ways these last few days
Stay in close try not to drift away
<Phatboy>
Saw my lost ones on the get up
Light they shit up
Started shakin
Thought they fakin
Cardiac arrest
From the crack all in their chest
Dead from a hit
A full life to live
Parents thought they went wrong in raising a kid
But they were lost from the get-go
Wanted hoes - so they started slanging blow
And selling, because yo it is so compelling
To have your man be the big drug dealer in the neighborhood
And back then it was all good
Because we weren’t thinking about our futures
Just to busy being drug pushers
And getting laid when we were paid
If you were a ho, I coulda took ya
And ain’t nobody dare to floss on my tip
Had mad grip and was down with Crips
Cause money talks and bullshit can get the fuck out of my face
Never smile cause then your fetti will get taken
Because niggaz will think you’re fake
So where ya goin?
Where have you gone?
Ya took a hit from the bong and was gone with a new life by the pipe that shit ain’t right
I think at night about things we used to do
No instead of playing ball, "Bring some blunts and I’ll match you"
Or scratch you off of my list if you ain’t selling hits
I’m throwing fits for all of that shit that had to happen
They was just tryna get their mack on but got crept on
By a ho that yanked on their crank and their pockets
I tried to rock her but they were too deep
And they got drowned
Yo I frown because I didn’t do jack
I coulda told their mams and paps
But I didn’t want to look wack
Cause yo the homies
Where have they gone?
Where have they gone?
Now I’m feeling the pain from that bitch Mary Jane
She had my cutties all hung up on her fuck shit
Yo who is it? Mary Jane that bitch ass trick
Now I’m all alone and I’m all alone
All I got is me and my fucking microphone
The lost ones
The lost ones
Put down your gun
This ain’t no fun
Had all my cutties on the run
Change your ways these last few days
Stay in close try not to drift away