Cleansing My Soul Lyrics
(Zaytoven)
I ain’t been the same n**** since they took Loc
Oh (Itsnelll on the beat, n****)
Shit gettin’ outta control
They done took my main hitter, now we gon’ blow
I ain’t been the same n**** since they took Loc
Every time I bust my glizzy, shit be cleansin’ my soul
Yeah, it’s cleansin’ my soul
A n**** got dough and a n**** got hoes
But would they still love me if a n**** gotta go?
Sorry, I don’t think so, time to close that back door
Yeah, close that back door
Sorry, you ain’t gang, homie, then you gotta go
Say we got perfect aim, we don’t need no fuckin’ scopes
My n**** put that gas pump on his chain just so you know
Yeah, I can really flex, though
One-twenty on my Durango, I’m dreamin’ ’bout my next ho
Woo, we really get a check, though
I will never forget the way we took them trips to Mexico
Ayy, she say, “Do that on your own time”
Baby, I’m a demon, you done looked into the wrong eyes
Ayy, we ’bout to do homicides
They done took my n****, so I gotta make the song cry, ayy
Shit gettin’ outta control
They done took my main hitter, now we gon’ blow
I ain’t been the same n**** since they took Loc
Every time I bust my glizzy, shit be cleansin’ my soul
Yeah, it’s cleansin’ my soul
A n**** got dough and a n**** got hoes
But would they still love me if a n**** gotta go?
Sorry, I don’t think so, time to close that back door
Yeah, these n***** be haters
Soon as you get some paper, then they gonna wanna take ya
Ayy, bitch-ass n***** try to snake ya
Black and silver Glock, no, I do not play for the Raiders
Long live The Mayor
Say that shit again, yeah, I said long live The Mayor
That shit don’t even sound right, you was too player
Let’s go slime some n***** out, been our move lately, ayy
Please make sure your heart clean
‘Cause I can’t love nobody, I done seen some dark things, ayy
I done woke up from some hard dreams
I got a lot of angels, I hope they on God team
N****, what the fuck you mean?
You ain’t no competition, n****, I’m a born king
I’m ridin’ through the deep end with the shark team
Go ride through Tre-7 and get your car cleaned, yeah
Shit gettin’ outta control
They done took my main hitter, now we gon’ blow
I ain’t been the same n**** since they took Loc
Every time I bust my glizzy, shit be cleansin’ my soul
Yeah, it’s cleansin’ my soul
A n**** got dough and a n**** got hoes
But would they still love me if a n**** gotta go?
Sorry, I don’t think so, time to close that back door