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Make you cryCryThe things that'll make you laughCan be the same things that make you cry (cry)Those things that'll make you tell the truthCan make you lie, make you lie, lie, lieCan make you cry, cry, cry, cryGot my swisha rolledI'm finsta go up here to the liquor sto'To equalize my highAnd try to see if I could flyI know I can't but still I drink and smoke that killI'm real, I chill, I fucked a galWho had to tell mine, guess that was just my luckSluts, hoes, bitches, tramps, all of the clits get downWhen it comes to certain purchases they can't go get with stampsBut before I got a chance to learn I got caught upThe bitch got high, then my name was brought upFucked my whole game up, told the whole hoodTried to go back to the crib and get pussy - no goodI shoulda known it, blowin it like she owned itNow the phone clicks and damn, my gal is gone, shitA hard lesson to learn, now I'm just finna turnLetras de cancionesThis curb and go buy some herb and try to wet my wormWith some bitch who don't even know my muthafuckin' nameIt's a shame, shame, shameIt's a shame when you're left outAnd you're runnin' all over townAm I to blame, am I the only oneTo pick myself up after fallin' downWhen I try, tryin' so hardTo keep my feet on solid groundSo many people comin'into my life with bullshit in my earSteadily irkin' me, won't you stop workin' meWhy (why) do the seasons change (seasons change)Why (why why) do I feel this wayWhy do I feel this wayGet up and get highA sweet to the head, my eyes redder than fireI'm gettin' blowed, lettin' smoke go right out the screen do'People walkin' by, "Hey D, have you seen...?" NoI'm by myself and aloneAnd if it's bullshit I gotta listen to, man, goneDon't even like to go but when I show at a clubI be lookin' for pussy, seldom searchin' for loveBut I fucked up again and I went once mo'Wasn't tryin' to find a bitch but stumbled upon a hoeSo me and this bitch who didn't even know meLeft the curb so she can serve me, wanted to show meA nice quiet private place no one would knowI rolled somethin' to smoke, she had somethin' to blowBut then them laws, though, they had us fucked in the gameCharged the bitch for prostitution, charged me for the caineIt's a shameThe things that'll make you laughCan be the same things that make you cry (cry)Those things that'll make you tell the truthCan make you lie, make you lie, lie, lie, lieCan make you cry, cry, cry, cry From Letras Mania