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letra de buyaca - clown

sitting at home, drinking a fifth for your ass
’cause you left me all alone with a messed up head
no, n-gga, i ain’t mad
we been together for years, we knew this time would come
when you would have to separate and leave us homies all alone
but, n-gga, you can’t leave without a true goodbye
so tip a fourty for the past, now let’s go get high
let’s hit the parties, grab your cash and don’t forget your fourty
’cause we ain’t coming back ’til sunrise, my little shorty
and just remember, tonight wе making memories
we back togеther again, just how it used to be
sitting at the table, playing drinking games
you been gone for a long time but it’s all the same
and i remember the times we used to get in trouble
my momma smacked us around until we seeing double
but now we all back partying just like we should
i knew you would, you know it’s all good

let the buyaca, buyaca ride
let the buyaca

my little homie, he’s a changed man – military mind
shooting up brothers without even crying, he never sheds a tear
no, there ain’t no whining here
he does what he has to to get through the fear
we going out late night, hitting the clubs
checking out the honeys so that we can make love
i love thinking back to the day when we partied at your place
hitting on the women in an old school way
don’t reminisce too long ’cause it won’t take long
’til you’re back dringing natys to the crack of dawn
’cause tonight, when you come back, we getting blazed
just some motherf-cking hazey days
let the buyaca, buyaca ride
let the buyaca

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in the practice room, drinking malt liquor
while you was getting in shape, we was getting bigger
but it’s a clown thing, brother, and we understand
it takes a true motherf-cker to become a man
well, take off, homie, you’re gonna miss your plane
but remember that we’re here, tipping fourties in your name
last goodbye, safe trip home
but don’t ever reminisce ’cause you ain’t alone
we got nothing but love, don’t ever be worried
we’ll be the best of friends even after i’m buried
’cause we blood brothers, that sh-t don’t ever die
just take a look in my eye, this ain’t no lie
you’ll know i’ll see you in heaven because we’ll always be homies
just don’t choose to go before me
hey, little brother, wow you know the truth
clown n-ggas got nothing but love for you

let the buyaca, buyaca ride
let the buyaca

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- clown

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