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Boosie BadAzz( Lil Boosie )
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Wrong Role Model
The wrong role model Oh lawd
I got infatuated wit' tha dope dealers They life and they hairstyle Bandanas and gold teeth And the women they fuck Guess I grew up in the fast lane Infatuated with the finer thangs At tha mall we would window shop At jewelry and diamond rings Respect we salute off top To the big dog who run the block From Monday to Sunday Him and his runners they run the shop Michael Jordan was a muthafucker But Calvin was GOD to us Crazy 'cause we worshipped the one Who hurt our family sell hard to us
Role model Larry Hoover shit Role model Rayful Edmond shit Role model Pablo shit Rick Ross shit But not the rapper Rick (tha dope dealer) I wanted to be like tha big dawg in tha hood who gave out tha turkeys out Shoulda went that way But I went tha other route Me Lil Bleek in front Grandma house Spray you u come in front Grandma house Tryna be our role models We ate in front my Grandma house Damn look at my role models Dead or stuck in prison Guess when you get too much They come and they get ya
I think I had the wrong role model Me and you (me and you me and you) So I just might be tha wrong role model For you and you (for you and you) It's safe to say I had the wrong role model Oh lawd So I just might be the wrong role model For your child (for your child)
Talk to 'em Bad ass You might want jewelry like me Get pussy like me But is you really down to take care all of them children like me Half my niggas in the ground Show you want hittas like me Show you wanna live tha life I live You might not make 23 For you ever try to be like me Rather you be 23 Michael Jordan Cuz my life is for the dangerous and deep I get blamed for a lot of pain My life ain't built for the weak Is you gon' cry when ya nigga die Or put his killa to sleep I send a prayer to all the lil ones Who grew up living like me Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Hope you make it some way some how And go and get it like me But don't be slipping like me Be with yo pistol like me Is you gon' buss behind yo shit Sho you won't be drippin like me Can you gorilla hustle if you fall Go get that ticket like me Camp J Angola bound When you get ignorant like me You want be Boosie Would you want cancer in yo kidney like me I was raised to think that sellin' dope tha only way u get rich Real shit
I think I had tha wrong role model Me and you (me and you me and you) So I just might be the wrong role model For you and you (for you and you) It's safe to say I had the wrong role model Oh lawd So I just might be the wrong role model For your child (for your child)
Let me take you back When I was in the days looking For I ever got some pussy If you wasn't a bad ass People would thank that you was pussy All my uncles trained me Boosie you can't be no pussy Showed me how to be a gangsta And they showed me how to cook it This the baking soda (Whip It) This the purple so (Sip It) He's a jacka he might wack ya This is serious Kill him (I feel him) Then he went to running all them gangsta stories Bout Boo Milton nem When 2Pac came to tha bottom And I was feeling him I used to drank tha whole bottom Silk and Slim was my role models I went to tha pen Look what you did I had tha wrong role model Black Jesus up out that bottom Big Rowe always sold me fire And Big Hammer was a legend to me (Thug in Peace man)
I think I had the wrong role model Me and you (me and you me and you) So I just might be the wrong role model For you and you (for you and you) It's safe to say I had the wrong role model Oh lawd So I just might be the wrong role model For your child (for your child)
I look up to all the bosses Names up on the wall Them bosses guided home
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