Clika One - Hide the Pain (feat. Doc Well & G Money) lyrics

(feat. Doc Well & G Money) [Chorus] I smoke the weed trying to hide the pain Spendin all my time, smoke my life away You can feel it inside, take a look in my eyes Can you feel the pain Mary Mary, take my pain away With struggle in time, spittin all over my face Take a look in my eyes, don't you dear look away Mary Jane maintains, tryin to heel my pain [Romero New Mexico Lobo] Kickin in the door with the double dawg pumped Shot gun trucha comin in people screamin And pushin and shovin I'm buggin I'm thugin and muggin Showin no love to you and my cousin now what [shut the f** up] Bringin heat like an oven they call me no good for nothin I'm always huffin and puffin about to get into some thin And if you startin I'm jumpin in the Clika I'm bumpin it New Mexico Lobo I ain't the fool to be f**in wit Ignitin like dynamite my beat is automicly An automatic ak-47 ain't no stoppin me Got the chronic got a problem G I'm Romero like rufetho I'ma always be on top of things I put the chronic in the bowl take a mothaf**in pull Like a mothaf**in fool like a mystery know who I'm a lobo I'm a rebel I'm an angel I'm a devil I'ma norte I'ma sur on the eastside of the west If you wish me all the best, I'ma keep you in the chest See you see me all depressed, see you see me smokin stress See you see a lobo blessed I was never nothin more I was never nothin less Put my life on the beat comin live from the streets I'ma fill me up a drink Take a toast to the very up most gettin weeded til I'm comatoast Mary Mary all I needed I'm a get you blown home grown All my road dawgs know that I give it all I got Always blowin out the spot, 4:20 on the dot Time to fire up a crop, everybody puffin on it when I'm blazin up the chronic non stop So I'ma hit on the drop, hold it in, let it out, I'm so mothaf**in high That I'm bleedin from the mouth, wrap my tongue up on the mic I'ma smoke away my life tryin to hide from the pain [Chorus] [Bad Boy] Smokin some weed on the daily waiting for the d**h says Since the 80's, I lived in a crib full of babies Left in the dark was a spark in the park Walkin with a strap, with no where to go, Mary Mary Jane, helped me to ease the pain And maintain the gank to stay game Started hustlin the dope to change and make thangs Stop f**in with the hoes, get up and get paid, homie Get made, I got me a weapon to spray, I was lost for a day Walkin the street with a heat and some hay And ended up locked in a cage, like a slave Caught in a daze, funny as f** you could say I got out and got blazed, took a turn lookin up how to change Was tellin a Bad Boy not to play But Mary Jane along with the nuts to get brave And the hopes to get saved Got me a name and a gang I would k** for Takin my bull sh** to the grave Nothin but 7 0 2 blues, troops in a 82 Coup Duece Gotta move, my attitude's screwed Gotta get me some weed to get me through Smokin with nothin to do, writtin and rappin and sh** It ain't nothin new, livin and waitin til d**h do us part For my dreams to come true [Say it again] Smokin with nothin to do, writtin and rappin and sh** It ain't nothin new, livin and waitin til d**h do us part For my dreams to come true [Chorus] [] From Tropicana to Bonanza I'm attackin mothaf**as like certain form of deadly cancer With a handgun throwin tamtrums When I go more then a day without talkin to samson Like Halfbaked, I'm smokin at a fast pace On a mothaf**in blunt of that California Skunk In an instance so you know I'ma get stuck And you're gonna get struct cause I'm drunk and don't give a f** Roll another I'm already done with the first You dodn't really feel the pain you just pretend that it hurts You haven't the slightest idea on how the planet works There's way more to life then what you can read in a book Chasin skirts and buyin new shirts and puttin D's on your sh** I come equipt with a full 380 calibur clip You ain't gotta be a doctor to see that I'm sick A b**h ain't gotta know I'm rappin to get on the dick But it sure as f** helps Especially when I'm locked up in the county with no money for bail I'm Don Well, I rock well, my eternal restin place is hell I don't care to play fair f** the world and everybody on it I'm so god damn bored with life that I'm yawnin I don't even see the sun dawnin Infact I'm pissed off when I wake up Because I lived to see the mornin f** it hits longer then a cigerette I live my life by the second with no regret Like Rodney I swear I get no respect From this dumb mothaf**as before they get checked On their chins, now they chasin d**h f** runnin from it I feel haunted by the general public They love critizin people like me who stay blunted Chain smoke and drink liquor all night livin toxic [Chorus] [Ese Brown] Ese Brown steppin in with the Click and we already in the game Loco to the brain comin with the gang bang Voco it's the mothaf**in local boys Makin noise with your homie boys, Clika 1 up in their low toys And we're makin more noise like hood n***as in a rolls royace Only becomin a street voice, spit the rhyme wit the gangsta poise And my closest homeboys are criminal minded wit no choice Take a tok and get the f** out, spillin your guts out No heart no doubt, I'm in the Caddy gettin smoke out With the loks on, and I'm probably coked out Should I bring out with the gun shot sh** Why not, never listen to words in my verses I was cursed to be the worst from the first day The vato bursted from the bullets I gave him in the first place Never disrespect the name, Clika 1 to the brain Same things with the Mary Jane to maintain f** the shame I'm gonna swallow the pain To the brain with the 40 bottle exchange Bullets are hollow we ain't promised tomorrow So why bother, crooked paths are hard to follow When street life is hard to swallow Light that sh** up [Chorus]