Jaz-O (The Jaz)

Jaz-O (The Jaz) - Love Is Gone songtekst

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I got one question

Ya'll know me

Or ya'll been living in God realities

Or Gods with men mentalities

But uh..



Royalties from the kounty of kingz

Mama spoiled me, the neighborhood express loyalty

Raised all quarters, we go to the store for ya

My house, your house, we open the door for ya

See the pumas all white outside

Our playstation was right outside

I love the block, I couldn't fight outside

(?) the huffy with the puffy seat Calvin coolers

parties in the basement, s-love 

Hey what's up with the bad blood

Nearly is that us, it couldn't be the cars I lent you

You was locked down, was it dough I sent you

Outside now, do you have my pockets

Be friends with my foes

Wanna see me decompose in a six foot ho

Keep my eye on the (?)

But we grub from the same plate

Put five thorugh your clothes

But we come from the same place

That ain't gangsta, that ain't hood

That ain't street, that ain't good

It used to be picture perfect

Now my Canon cant even take snapshots at your frame

Which one of us is to blame when the "Love is Gone"



[Chorus]

Love changes [scratches]

Yo, respect game [scratches]

When the "Love is Gone" [scratches]

Love changes [scratches]

Yo, respect game [scratches]



I drop jewels for your DNA

I threw tools to you even to subdue your own DNA

A team around the way, but who will be the day

The rhyme or the grind, we always see stacks

But you be in my big ass cap, I'm see sack

Yeah, this song to the real, but it's real you feel

Still spinning, got them sea sick with the c-6

Problems, revolve 'em, eyes shut when i can see six

A sad sad song, people, no remix

Never again, forever my friends

Aiiyo, nothin out here greater than being calling daddy

But years later, women were bringing the law at me

Relationships thought i be spending them all happy

I'm rising, but you were sending the (?) at me

Every morning, nearly on beat the cops

Franklin in murder, the crib over the pizza shop

Why you was missin, best believe I slept with rats

No locks on the doors, I swear we slept with (?)

That's a fact, that's what happens when the "love is gone"



[Chorus]
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