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letra de story to tell - iso indies

[intro: conchezyout]
just that the people were listening to what we got to say, you know what i’m sayin’?
’cause i got something to tell people
what i’m saying, you know what i’m saying? i got a little story to tell the people, you know what i’m saying?
now they got a chance to listen what i got to say, you know what i mean?
and it’s all real
iso, iso, iso radio
sh-t gettin’ crazy
crazy out this b-tch
tony sif
conchez

[verse 1: conchezyout & dillmatic]
it’s summertime
we ducking cops and ducking shots (word)
spun the block at three o’clock
tuck the baggies in the sock (uh-huh)
seen them knocking at the door (sh-t), f-ck is they lookin’ for?
played the cut for a minute ’cause i had to make sure
took a walk to the store, needed fine tune and some raw
’cause i’m tryna smoke this pack i had copped from before (it’s fire)
got a call from a number that was blocked, and pressed ignore
furthermore, came back to the block, it was secure
so f-ck it, i’m indoors ’cause the rain started to pour (d-mn, it’s raining)
got a ping from a text from a baddy, mi amor
she said, “daddy, what you up to? i’ve been tryna see you more” (okay)
“’cause i know you been busy since you came back from tour”
i said of course, yeah, i’m free now, i’m all yours (uh-huh)
made the b-tch come through, started f-ckin’ on the floor
had that p-ssy real juicy like a tour
fell asleep and the west started to snore
heard her knockin’ at the door again (oh sh-t)
it’s the police, open up (d-mn)
jumped up real quick and i ain’t even wake her up (i get out of here)
plannin’ my escape, the fire ‘scape, i’m headed up
now i’m on the roof, got me thinkin’ what the f-ck? (d-mn)
looked up to the sky ’cause i know i’m out of luck
then i heard a voice say, “my n-gga, don’t jump, don’t jump?” (yo, bro, don’t jump)
i ain’t pullin’ no stunts
but i ain’t tryna do time, i’m finna smoke this last blunt
[verse 2: dillmatic]
so i keep one in the chamber
break down the pack, smoke the remainder
stay clear of the danger
keep us a bag for the retainer
she ain’t no stranger
life is a b-tch, make sure you contain her
you want the juice, i’m a strainer, i ain’t need no disclaimer
it’s a no brainer, i got the head and i’m gone, gg, it fill up my lungs
heard you was flappin’ your gums, you don’t want nothin’, nope
you don’t want none
yeah, it’s up like thumbs, favorite j’s jordan 1s
keep some bread for the crumbs
keep some funds for the fun
keep some honey for the huns
yeah, i keep it on

[chorus: dillmatic]
i told my n-gga don’t jump, you only live once
leave out the back, hide in the trunk
hold on your head, this road got some bumps
mans on the hunt, yeah
i told my n-gga don’t jump, you only live once
leave out the back, hide in the trunk
hold on your head, this road got some bumps
mans on the hunt
[verse 3: dillmatic]
mans on the run and we rollin’ and rollin’
floorin’ the whip, keep goin’ and goin’
how i forget that this sh-t is stolen?
red and blue lights, now they approaching
locking the glove, then i stop smokin’
shoutin’ to ant, “it’s time for the toast”
they’re laughin’ like joker, think that i’m jokin’
nah, pull over, windows is down, sunroof is open

[interlude: dillmatic]
h-llo, officer, what seems to be the problem?
sir, step out the vehicle, we got a search warrant
here’s my license of registration
excuse me, pardon?
he said with no hesitation, “when my move, you’s a goner”
he told me, “pop the trunk”, keep my hands right in front him
little did he know it was somethin’ waitin’ right for him
he reachin’ for his piece, man, huntin’, his partner ain’t sayin’ nothin’
signaled to the back, conchez came up dumpin’ like

[chorus: dillmatic]
what the f-ck you want? uh
this that funky jump, uh
’bout to let off a full clip, mans was on the hunt, uh
what the f-ck you want? uh
this that funky jump, uh
’bout to let off a full clip, mans was on the hunt like
[outro: dillmatic & conchezyout]
sh-t, n-gga almost got n-ggas caught and sh-t
you always f-ckin’ around, bro
nah, bro, these guys been pressin’ me all f-ckin’ day, bro
psychin’ the f-ck out
came to my f-ckin’ crib, knocked on my door and sh-t
let’s burn a spliff and just chill
good lookin’ though, you hold— you got me out of this one, though
you know what i’m sayin’?

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