D-Boy Blues

Aight, check game playboy
Its like this here
In this motherfuckin game mayne
Shit aint always gon be gravy playboy, see
Thangs aint always gon go your way, yknahmsayin?
You better take the bitter with the sweet
If you want to survive in these motherfuckin streets
But peep it doe
I got kind in my mackin, I started to stackin in the Valle
You see I sent that bitch named, Sally
To the track with a big fat sack of the crack
And told her dont come back, until she did that
Cause shit was gettin funky out in the Bay
You couldnt find a good plug, from here to L.A.
Cause niggaz get sheisty and sell you bunk
And no scratch, but these gats, gon equal funk
You caint be no punk, get slabbed in yo truck
And roll around town with the beat on pump
Have yo eardrums leakin from the beatin of the series 2s
Bitch... I got the D-Boy Blues
[Chorus 2X: B-Legit]
The blues bitch, the blues hoe
I know some niggaz in my crew, that done had em befo
I got the blues bitch, the blues hoe
('Stretched, I guess I got the D- Boy Blues')
[B-Legit]
My family get this call from this fool
Who said he knew this fool, said this fool was cool
Said that his daddy was a mason with a major supply
And I can get some thangs as long as I buy 5
I really wasnt trippin cause I had the cash
But if it goes down funky Ima smoke yo ass
Hung up the phone and I was up, put the mill on the tuck
The speakerbox in the Chevy truck
Im at the spot a hundred Gs, and my strap
I done beeped this fool twice and he aint call back
Now where he at, schemin on Legit the Savage
Wanna wrap me up and ride away with the cabbage
Everybody startin to look like the FBI
Im hella paranoid dude, but now Im hella high
It aint fly for this nigga from the H-I-double-L
With no motherfuckin dope to sell
[Chorus]
[B-Legit]
I spend my last, ephedrine and some pirates glass
I got my mask, whippin up some dope fast
Or a little {?} 57 is a rag
Hydronic ash shit is known to keep the fiends blastin
Mix together, cook it up on a Bronson burner
Cause that fire have you higher than that Ike Turner
Hours later, its lookin good for this player
Oil formed and I just got my third layer
And if its cool, yo nigga yellin fuck the collar
Fo times my mail, with the sales an hour
Jackin off my cash, buyin up hella toys
And all Im fuckin with is rich-ass white boys
Took him out the glass but he lookin dirty white
Washed him off with the acetone to get him right
Who got a light, and when yo nigga lit the flame
Hell bam-boof with the roof, and erythang
Am I to blame, fo niggaz havin bad luck?
Too much dirt , is that stoppin me from comin up?
Well I dont know, but Im po and I need a few
Got yo boy stressed out, I got the D-Boy Blues
[Chorus]