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Cherry Range Lyrics

from Birth Of A Prince

"Cherry Range" is track #13 on the album Birth Of A Prince. It was written by Diggs, Robert F. / Murry, S..
"Cherry Range" is track #13 on the album Birth Of A Prince. It was written by Diggs, Robert F. / Murry, S..

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Yeah, yo, what up yo?
Yeah, yeah, what up? Ha, ha, nothin', man
Hold on someone beepin' on my other line and shit
Fuck nigga I've seen everything I wanted to see

Come on son, yo in my Range Rover
Runnin' out this muthafucka and shit
I be there in ninety minutes, aight
I make a stop aight, peace, one one

I'm up in the cherry range
Drivin' fast through heavy rains
My mind's on everything, my wiz
My seed, the five pounds of weed
My dog got bagged with tryin' to sling in DC

My cell phone rings off the hook, brrring
Kinetic 9, yo what's the word, king?
Duckin' lights BS and problems pushin' through Holland tunnel
Tryin' to avoid getting caught up in the funnel
'Cuz in the jungle, sometimes you gotta rumble with the beez

That's why we study degrees
And keep our third eye open for C cypher punks
Will bag you for a blunt and lock you up for a month
You've seen bird, you had beef with that chump
And I heard he came home from a two year slump

Yeah, I heard, I got the pump in the trunk
And when I see that crab, I'm a dump in his lump
'Cuz niggaz ain't shit but welfare cheese
With their food stamp bitches and their coupon seeds

Frontin' with their platinum like they're O's and G's
When faced with the gat, niggaz pose and freeze
And melt like snow on my windshield, that windmills
In my mind spin they give skin chills
Yo son we gotta make them deals
For ten mill's so we can pay them bills

You wanna eat how we wanna eat, live how we wanna live
Be what we wanna be, give what we wanna give
Say what we wanna say, play how we wanna play
Teach what we wanna teach, do what we gotta do

Eat how we wanna eat, live how we wanna live
Be what we wanna be, give what we wanna give
Say what we wanna say, play what we wanna play
Teach what we gotta teach, lay where we wanna lay

Do what we gotta do, eat how we wanna eat
Live how we gotta live, be what we wanna be
Give what we gotta give, say what we wanna say
Play anywhere we play, teach where we gotta reach

Do what we gotta do, lay where we wanna lay
Stay where we wanna stay, pay who we wanna pay
And get our record played on the radio
Airwaves, without havin' to pay the fuckin' DJ

Say what you wanna say, do what you wanna do
Eat how you wanna eat, be what you wanna be
Live how you wanna live, give what you wanna give
Play where you wanna play, stay where you wanna stay

Say what you wanna say, do what you wanna do
Eat how you wanna eat, be what you wanna be
Live how you wanna live, give what you wanna give
Play where you wanna play, stay where you wanna stay

Songwriters
DIGGS, ROBERT F. / MURRY, S.

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