peachy ii

Drifting On A Memory -Joey Quinones

Marty - (demo) #1

[VERSE I: Blanco Leopardo]

i got 5 bullets left in my 9
grey matted glock lookin' to fuck up someone’s spine
mane i do this all the time
yeah i might be cherry but my haters all pie
see the reaper smiling when you look me in my eye
ridin' down marconi
got my tony on me
my whip look like heavy cream
inside pepperoni
fleetwood day dreamin' but i'll never let em step up on me
shout out all my florida and my texas homies
got my gut sticking out 
i'm from fat city
every time i hit the block them cops is acting piggy
blanco never left the 7th ward
from LA to new york
yeah you know i settle scores
i try to yall up to date on my escapades
PS5 up in the escalade
riding down esplanade
wock up in my lemonade
now them demons in my head get some shade
pull the tool out then look at the mess i made
i can't fix shit but my desire to get high
all my homies that done died
they all watch me from the sky
life can be fucked up but im glad to be here
lookin for the love but instead i see fear
shawty saw my dick like when headlights meet deer
told her turn around and then i pulled her rear near
i told her listen up like you got like three ears
you my whole world i can't even see spheres

[VERSE II: Wetto]

pull up playa mackin'
bought my bitch her back end
whip self park 
getting head while i back in
mane I’m getting paid just to sigh and breathe it back in
used to cash change for some cigs
$5 on pump 10
northside superstar
pull up just to piss em off
shorty seen my bills I said it’s nil to what this kitchen cost
show you how to pimp a broad
show you how to lift a cross
playas up suckers down
pussies i just kill em off
tipping 4's on them hoes
slick don’t usually talk a lot
riding with some guns that turn your home into a parking lot
fire up a swisher sweet
eyes looking bittersweet
broken heart shorty but it’s yet to miss a fucking beat
3 'n tha mornin'
it’s just me and screw, mane
too many thangs I wish that wasn’t true, mane
been pimping keys like I’m steven hugh
germans growling sounding like a european zoo
what it do
foreign 'cedes and a caddy slab
caddy for my dad
bought my girl a new macan
northern land
southside that’s where I began
i'm rolling vengeance that's forever like I’m warren van
sail through the south
gold in my mouth
ball on these hoes like I’m luka downtown, mane 
one for the money
two 30s for pain
xan for my nerves only way I stay sane, mane

YIN YANG TAPES: Summer Season (1989-1990)

5 'N The Mornin'

5 'N THE MORNIN'

Chopped up a YouTube video called “First To Cry”

Just One More Summer

[VERSE I: RAINDROP WALKA]

another day waiting for death
everyday that i waste on my list of regrets
so i tell myself "it's okay. day after next we'll make all these arrangements to change. you can better yourself."
i know i'm wasting my breath as i inhale
i know i'm escaping my death as i inhale
i can't recall why i'm suffocating
my lungs are failing

[VERSE II: LIL CUT THROAT]

Step into the mind of a cut-throat
Empty streets
cold weather
all alone
Blackness
grey air, just snow
Feelings low
being followed by crows
call list overflowed with hot lines
Drug help, mental, suicide
Feel tired, feel dried and you wanna die
Pride fried, closed eyes and you start to cry
Swear I spent a lifetime trying to get it right
Still isolated, still out of sight
Keep my dreads swinging like they in a fight
I just wanna kill everyone in sight
Take the money, take the bitches, take the drugs, take the gold
Baby, let me decompose
Never names said more shade spit
I'ma see you one day, that’s a promise

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I make what I want. Lots of House, DnB, and eventually gonna start putting out some rap

Just One More Summer

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