Lyrics of Cease fire

Lou Nac

pochette album Cease fire
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Verse 1

As a younin we were mobbin cracking wit the silk,
Big head little body, had a little tilt, these were the days
Of the colt and the 45 duck head rubber salesman
Teacher caught me live, was it worth it on the surface,
I can't even lie, we was hustling like its nothing since 1993,
As a kid our future's just so hard see you stunt your growing
Cause you blowing what's it gonna be, you live you life so hard,
Still you got it easy, time's moving fast in the wind with the breeze believe me, got that cease fire, just a little bit at ah time girl suck it easy,

Hook 1

I couldn't hide behind the tint forever, thought i was hella clever,
Trying ta write like hellen keller, couldn't hear or see the fellas,
Wif jealous, couldn't take the path she overzealous, the masses sell us,
"you couldn't put me in this world again" at least that's what they tell us.
Never give in til you get what you want

Cease fire cease fire cease fire we higher

Eyes watch as she explores the sound lab
She getting lost in my art work dim the lights at last,
Now for the hard work where was i wine glass, looking like
She from the orchard with nine passed, started to sweat to make
It last now for the difficult task acting like i'm not trying ta smash,
Blood pouring through my veins like half empty glass i just had,
She mentions how glad she is to meet someone with such articulate speech she asking question like she trying ta get me to the greek and i'll be there if its by way of the cheeks i'm off meat still i wonder what its like afterwards, to have such a chick at my finger tips, soft succulent and sweet under pressure ravishing between my six hundred plus sateen sheets still these are just thoughts.
Cease fire

Hook 2

I couldn't hide behind the tint forever, thought i was hella clever,
Trying ta write like hellen keller, couldn't hear or see the fellas,
Wif jealous, couldn't take the path she overzealous, the masses sell us,
"you couldn't put me in this world again" at least that's what they tell us.
Never give in til you get what you want

Cease fire cease fire cease fire we higher

Verse 3
Big sipping big drinking breath smelling like i spent
4 lincolns on my rugs no mud or dust just the
Juicy fruit and the dark brown j's i blazed,
I know you smell the smoke from a distance, have you
Inhaling your shades, now that we on ah escapade
And andrew i rolled 2 os my partner done looked out for
A nigga so now the whole hoods out for a nigga guess
I got grass on my shoes, real smokers not confused by the
Metaphors i've used, now for view, meaning you see me upside
Down, niggas popping round the town so much metropolis done fuck around turned into tropics except man makes the money women and the product is it exotic? no need to excuse yourself, but while you yappiing pass the bitch to someone else.

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